Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28754773-20181201061518/@comment-28856385-20181209112734

"Oh, sorry..." Delilah replied, looking down a little before scratching her head. She glanced back over to Michael who hadn't moved a nanometer from his position. She then nudged him, and Michael leaned in the direction he is lunged before leaning back, taking a slow breath. Michael's eyes darted up but Asgore's face wasn't even visible above his eyes, so he slowly moved his face to look up at Asgore, silent. -- Toriel (and Frisk) arrived at the door way. (I forgot to mention this) She was holding a plate of Butterscotch-Cinnamon pie, wrapped in tinfoil as he knocks on the door, smiling to herself.