Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-36945411-20200209214746/@comment-36945411-20200210034044

Frisk was sitting down near an echoflower, patiently listening to the sound of the footsteps play on repeat. His shoulders drooped and his eyes were shut rather gently. He had long hair (for a guy) that fell just above his shoulders, and his shirt was the generic blue/purple striped shirt he had worn since the day he fell. As he listened, it seemed that nothing could possibly go wrong. It was too peaceful. Why would somebody shatter it?