There's clinking noises from the kitchen, and then more beeps. Frisk's deciding to make some hot chocolate, in the microwave, naturally. They definitely use too much powder, spilling some, but it's not like anybody's gonna stop them. It's an easy clean.
The bed's not too high--it is a child's bed, after all--and the star blanket easily reaches the floor; not a far climb at all. There's also a toy airplane discarded on the bare wood floor, somewhat dangerously where bare feet could step on it...
And as soon as Yuri redirects his attention to the griffon thing, it moves.
Not a lot. Just a twitch of tiny plastic wings, and re-angling the head to take him in, showing off the snowflake shape it happens to be.
And then, somewhere below--suspiciously near the fallen airplane--a voice comes: "Ugh! Of course as soon Mom gives them a gift, they put it on the bed. N-not that I care or anything!"
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The bed's not too high--it is a child's bed, after all--and the star blanket easily reaches the floor; not a far climb at all. There's also a toy airplane discarded on the bare wood floor, somewhat dangerously where bare feet could step on it...
And as soon as Yuri redirects his attention to the griffon thing, it moves.
Not a lot. Just a twitch of tiny plastic wings, and re-angling the head to take him in, showing off the snowflake shape it happens to be.
And then, somewhere below--suspiciously near the fallen airplane--a voice comes: "Ugh! Of course as soon Mom gives them a gift, they put it on the bed. N-not that I care or anything!"