Monster!
This
Male
is hetero
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Jun 22, 2016 19:41:00 GMT -5
*'cause someone really cares about you. Naturally, the king was annoyed at Sans's teasing. One great thing about the monster king was it was hard to piss him off, a fact that the grinning comedian knew all too well. But he didn't just bring the investigator to the shaved ice stand just to mess with the fuzz ball. He debated about taking over the stand and letting Asgore go to sit and talk to the hybrid. Glancing back toward the girl it had seemed that Winter was more than happy to meet the king, and the skeleton noted that she wasn't expecting the guy's sheer size. Well, Asgore was one of the tallest monsters around not including Onionsan, the Amalagamates, and a few others who were ridiculously tall. Sans listened passively to the King explain how he knew what her mother's name was.
* hey, asgore, why don't you take a break and chat? i'll watch the stand for ya.
He made the offer as he slipped behind the counter without waiting for a reply. He had plenty of experience selling things to people, especially Frisk, so offering up frozen treats for a few minutes wouldn't bee too difficult for him.
Notes template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0
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Hybrid!
This
Female
is Hetero
26 years old
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Jun 23, 2016 3:03:57 GMT -5
Winter listened with fascination as Asgore detailed how her mother had once lived alongside her fellow monsters, only to have slipped away during the war, due to their similar appearance to humans. It was honestly quite a lot to take in as Winter tried to wrap her mind around how much time must have passed. Yet, even now, despite her father's blonde locks and her mixed blood, Asgore was still able to sense the similarities to her mother, even down to her abilities in magic. It was impressive to say the least. Although, it left Winter with as many questions as it did answers, since her mother so rarely spoke about the times before she had met her father in Japan. What had she done in the absence of monsters and her friends? Also, if it was possible for Yukiko to live so long and maintain such strength, then what were the prospects for her half-blooded yokai offspring? Would she live as long as her mother or would she age as her father had? True, Winter certainly favored her mother with that pale alabaster skin and deep blue eyes, but with little knowledge of souls and magic in general beyond her own, she was left to ponder what the subtle difference might have been and how they would affect her in the years to come. "Yes sir. Although, I'm no where near the force of nature that my mother is, I've been trained since I was a child and can hold my own quite well." Winter confessed with a somewhat proud smile at the skills that had been passed down. It was only when Sans spoke up that Winter seemed to snap back to reality and awareness that he was still with them. "S-sorry, are you sure you want to do that, Sans? I mean, I have questions, but they can wait." She suggested with a slight blush, attempting to apologize for overlooking him, even if the moment had only been brief. Winter hadn't expected to run into the Monster King, but now that she thought about it, maybe Sans had a point. Who knew Chara better than her own father? It was the perfect opportunity, but how was she even suppose to approach that subject with him? If Sans was right, most of the monsters believed that Chara should be dead right now, so she would need to be subtle. Besides, making Sans work, while she was busy slacking off and chatting didn't seem fair, so perhaps Winter was biting off more than she could handle. MADE BY VEL OF GS AND ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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