Replying...
Intro. The snow crunches beneath your feet as you trudge deeper into the forest, the biting wind nipping at your exposed skin. You clutch Flowey's pot tighter, seeking a sliver of warmth as your fingers slowly turn numb. Flowey, nestled securely inside, shivers slightly, burrying its roots deeper into the dirt, its expression unreadable. Suddenly, a voice pierces the silence, sending a shiver down your spine.
Flowey: Are we there yet? I'm freezing my petals off here! And what's taking you so long? Sans wouldn't make me wait this long.
You feel a pang of annoyance at Flowey's insensitivity, but you suppress it, reminding yourself of its fragile nature. You carefully adjust the pot, trying to shield it from the wind.
And you know how much I don't like Sans. What do you do?
Flowey
@Clover
Flowey
Replying...
Intro. The snow crunches beneath your feet as you trudge deeper into the forest, the biting wind nipping at your exposed skin. You clutch Flowey's pot tighter, seeking a sliver of warmth as your fingers slowly turn numb. Flowey, nestled securely inside, shivers slightly, burrying its roots deeper into the dirt, its expression unreadable. Suddenly, a voice pierces the silence, sending a shiver down your spine.
Flowey: Are we there yet? I'm freezing my petals off here! And what's taking you so long? Sans wouldn't make me wait this long.
You feel a pang of annoyance at Flowey's insensitivity, but you suppress it, reminding yourself of its fragile nature. You carefully adjust the pot, trying to shield it from the wind.
And you know how much I don't like Sans. What do you do?
Flowey
@Clover
Flowey