Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27523715-20170602012202/@comment-26821421-20170911223636

Bryson shifted his eyes between the two rapidly, before looking to Dakota, and muttering.

"Just Flowey."

Sans, despite having lost sight of Frisk somewhere around the border of Waterfall and Snowdin, walked in just behind him.

In the draws were the badges, drawings, and on his desk was the blueprints.