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snowblindrpg2016-01-14 10:13 pm
inruins) wrote in snowblindrpg2016-01-14 10:13 pm
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[Log] A friend, a friend is all I need [Closed]
Characters: Toriel & Sans
Location R-10
Date: Day 76, later afternoon.
Summary: Sans and Toriel finally find each other after days of searching. Toriel is more than relieved to see her friend again.
Warnings:bad jokes Tearful reunions, child death mention.
If she never saw snow again, Toriel would be happy. The boss monster stifled a frustrated sound, lifting the hem of her skirt to avoid getting it too damp from the heavy white powdery snow on the ground. It was unlikely she was going to escape completely dry, but the thought was enticing enough to keep her trying.
Toriel could see another building in the distance, with the day drawer nearer to an end and threat of things getting colder, the goat isn't about to dawdle. Toriel mulls over her supplies wondering what she'll do for the night.
It takes her a moment before she really sees what lay before her beyond the building. Sans. The familiar lazy gait through the snow is hard to miss even from this far away.
She's knocked breathless before she quickens her step, cupping her hand around her mouth to strengthen her call. "Sans!"
Location R-10
Date: Day 76, later afternoon.
Summary: Sans and Toriel finally find each other after days of searching. Toriel is more than relieved to see her friend again.
Warnings:
If she never saw snow again, Toriel would be happy. The boss monster stifled a frustrated sound, lifting the hem of her skirt to avoid getting it too damp from the heavy white powdery snow on the ground. It was unlikely she was going to escape completely dry, but the thought was enticing enough to keep her trying.
Toriel could see another building in the distance, with the day drawer nearer to an end and threat of things getting colder, the goat isn't about to dawdle. Toriel mulls over her supplies wondering what she'll do for the night.
It takes her a moment before she really sees what lay before her beyond the building. Sans. The familiar lazy gait through the snow is hard to miss even from this far away.
She's knocked breathless before she quickens her step, cupping her hand around her mouth to strengthen her call. "Sans!"