Seeing a drifter-esque cloak on someone else's shoulders, as oversized and tattered as it is, is such an unexpected sight that Guardian can't help but pause for a second as they come upon the scene, until they realize someone else must have found a crate. X marks the spot, as they say.
"Frisk," they call as they approach. Guardian appraises the child's findings from a semi-polite distance, ending with a warm smile in their direction. "It looks like you've got quite the find here."
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Date: 2018-07-18 09:29 am (UTC)"Frisk," they call as they approach. Guardian appraises the child's findings from a semi-polite distance, ending with a warm smile in their direction. "It looks like you've got quite the find here."