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Pitch is nuts. Both Dreemurrs must know this by now. Sometimes he pops in without so much as a Chatsy warning dragging in strange gifts, mostly in the last year or so. Look at him, feeling comfortable at last after four good years of friendship.
So, when he pops out in the middle of their kitchen (oozing out of a cabinet a six-foot man can't fit in without violating the laws of physics) with a humongous box of stolen fireworks, that's normal, see.
It's the Fourth of July. You two live in America. Time to blow up your yard!!
So, when he pops out in the middle of their kitchen (oozing out of a cabinet a six-foot man can't fit in without violating the laws of physics) with a humongous box of stolen fireworks, that's normal, see.
It's the Fourth of July. You two live in America. Time to blow up your yard!!
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Date: 2016-12-02 12:05 am (UTC)Toriel is somewhat, turning quickly from the 'dogs (and 'cats) she's preparing for the grill. (Yeah, she's got fire magic to cook stuff, but Frisk insisted.)
"...Fireworks," she acknowledges. "Taken from where, might I ask?"
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Date: 2016-12-02 12:16 am (UTC)"Somewhere not in this timezone." Relax, goatmom. "No one's going to blame you. Trust me." He plunks the box down in the middle of the floor, still grinning like a loon.
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Date: 2016-12-02 12:28 am (UTC)Frisk skips forward. "Thanks! Undyne an' Alphys wanted to give us some, but the ones they made were too...big." As in they're now banned from their favorite beach for the rest of the summer. Nobody was injured, fortunately.
Toriel motions for them to grab a plate to take outside.
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Date: 2016-12-02 12:39 am (UTC)"...How big is too big?" Suspicious sudden interest. There are a few holiday places he'd also enjoy blowing up.
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Date: 2016-12-02 04:05 am (UTC)Toriel pads forward and lifts the box, inspecting the contents. It would be for the best to know what is there first to avoid accidents.
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Date: 2016-12-02 04:15 am (UTC)He leans against the counter, watching. "You know, I don't think I've seen those eaten like hot dogs before."
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Date: 2016-12-02 04:22 am (UTC)...She supposes the fireworks are fine. For today. She hefts the box with one hand and grabs a great bottle of soda with the other before following in Frisk's footsteps.
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Date: 2016-12-02 04:38 am (UTC)"Boo." Flicker, and he's gone again, sitting in the grass nearby. "You really don't blow up fireworks for the holiday?"
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Date: 2016-12-02 04:41 am (UTC)"Not us. We go watch the firework shows, but those aren't til later." It's night, but there's still a little color on the horizon from sunset.
Once outside, Toriel slices open the fireworks with a claw. "Preferences?" she asks them both, humor in her eyes.
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Date: 2016-12-02 04:48 am (UTC)Which means they'll be exploding at the North Pole in December, of course. Lots of shadows there he can enter from. Ha.
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Date: 2016-12-02 05:24 am (UTC)"...As long as you are responsible and no-one is harmed for it." She is guessing he will use it to frighten people.
Purple fireworks are selected. Toriel places them in the driveway, retreats several steps, and sends a blast of fire at it.
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Date: 2016-12-02 05:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-12-02 05:35 am (UTC)"Pardon, Frisk?"
"Nothing!"
'Dogs being cooked on a grill smell pretty weird, as it turns out. Maybe being cooked with fire magic's the key?
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Date: 2016-12-02 05:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-12-02 09:27 am (UTC)Toriel is behind them now. "Care to share?" she asks in her best Teacher Voice.
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Date: 2016-12-02 10:21 am (UTC)s o m e t h i n g i s c o m i n g
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Date: 2016-12-02 10:32 am (UTC)She is grinning. "Come now, Pitch! Is it a horrid joke?"
Frisk shakes their head, but they don't answer her. They don't even look back at her at all.
Their fingers dig into their knees. They feel...weird all of a sudden, staring at their picket fence. There's flowery vines growing all up it. Asgore planted them. They're...pretty.
Frisk's a little worried. Mostly confused. This is familiar, but not enough.
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Date: 2016-12-02 10:41 am (UTC)"Some people are far too old to be treated like a kid by a goat." Ha.
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Date: 2016-12-02 10:51 am (UTC)This does not matter.
"Pitch!" She is definitely laughing. "No-one is too old to be schooled by a teacher!"
Frisk rolls to their feet, padding over to the fireworks. Picking out another color, mostly, and...listening.
(Nature loses, Nature reclaims, but it takes Time. They're linked to each other.)
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Date: 2016-12-02 11:00 am (UTC)Frisk's concern prickles at the edge of his awareness... hmmm.
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Date: 2016-12-03 01:28 am (UTC)"Ahaha--giving up the ghost at the prowess of my jokes?" Tori winks. "You truly must try harder." Can you imagine he giving out punning lessons, Pitch?
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Date: 2016-12-03 01:38 am (UTC)"Oh, shut up. Don't be so monstrous." That one he may have said before, hell if he remembers. He's watching Frisk, distracted.
One mile away and closing.
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Date: 2016-12-03 02:04 am (UTC)"My child," she says reproachfully.
Frisk skips across the yard--to the picket fence, incidentally--and says "Please set that one off." Good to be polite, right?
Pale flame arcs. The firework booms and shows off its pretty colors. Frisk can barely look at it. They're staring out over the fence, at the road instead.
"...Did...we forget something?" they ask uncertainly.
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Date: 2016-12-03 02:10 am (UTC)"The... food?" Sniff. Is it burning? Well, all he smells is the smoke from the fireworks. He's not a dog. "Nothing else to forget?"
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Date: 2016-12-03 02:23 am (UTC)"I do not believe so, Frisk." Toriel isn't smiling so much now--they didn't mean to disrupt things.
So they shrug and return, dropping onto the grass between the two of them, lightly leaning against Pitch. (Some instinct saying protect him, deep down.) They don't say another word.
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