"Just you. ...Two." They don't think birthdays ever came up with anybody, aside from...maybe Sans, once, a long time ago. They're not sure. It's not really important.
Look at them, arms stretched above their head like they're trying to be bigger. "Noo. It's not...frozen, though, 'cause stuff heals. And grows." Frisk rakes a hand through their bangs, partially covering their eyes. "So...dunno. 'S weird."
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Date: 2017-04-25 02:34 am (UTC)Look at them, arms stretched above their head like they're trying to be bigger. "Noo. It's not...frozen, though, 'cause stuff heals. And grows." Frisk rakes a hand through their bangs, partially covering their eyes. "So...dunno. 'S weird."