They toss it a fair distance away, distractedly waving to Toriel to light it.
"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 02:04 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.