Jack Frost isn't a name they know, but they still believe in some kinds of magic, and maybe fairies count close enough to the Castle; or it's just how things are and should always have been--but Frisk sees him immediately and stops dead.
They barely even hold the truck close to themselves when he notices it. It is a nice truck. Big enough for their tiny arms to find it awkward to hold and missing the rubber from one of the wheels, but it still works and has lots of shiny plastic.
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Date: 2018-02-04 10:12 am (UTC)They barely even hold the truck close to themselves when he notices it. It is a nice truck. Big enough for their tiny arms to find it awkward to hold and missing the rubber from one of the wheels, but it still works and has lots of shiny plastic.
"...Mm-hmm," the kid agrees.