Sans | Mood: Tired/Amused | Tags: Frisk
"nice to meetcha, too. nice hair."
i pat her head and stick my hand back into my pocket. "careful, though. down here, monsters aren't too fond of humans. me, on the other hand... well, i don't really care about trying to catch humans. but my brother, he's a human hunting fanatic. i'll keep an eye-socket out for ya, alright, kid?"
i thought for a moment, as she walked away.
"wait! could you do me a favour?
my brother's never seen a human before... could you be his first? i promise you'll be safe. he doesn't really mean any harm."