And Frisk's reaction is--surprise. Just that, though, no underlying fear or anger. "Hi! Thought you were at the...main...party?"
"Howdy, Frisk!" He smiles at them both, eyes (one orange, one blue, unlike Toriel's deep red) lighting up. "And you must be Pitch Black. I'm helping prepare some entertainment for later tonight!" He unearths a box labelled FIREWORKS from beneath his massive cloak.
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Date: 2016-07-26 06:22 pm (UTC)"Howdy, Frisk!" He smiles at them both, eyes (one orange, one blue, unlike Toriel's deep red) lighting up. "And you must be Pitch Black. I'm helping prepare some entertainment for later tonight!" He unearths a box labelled FIREWORKS from beneath his massive cloak.