[She really doesn't have any clue here, does she? He thinks again about the merits of helping versus the merits of leaving, and how he could play off either scenario, when he hears a loud shuffling noise down the hall from whence he came. He keeps his composure for the most part, but he is coiled tight like a spring on the inside as he strains to hear more.
It wasn't his imagination. Something large and heavy is coming their way.
That's it. No more dawdling.]
Well, it seems that you are in need of assistance! I will be happy to help you if you will step with me into my room! That way we can work more on getting you to wear a costume to fit the Summerween Spiritâ„¢!
[He says the last part a little louder than the rest of the sentence, not waiting for Toriel to agree as he takes her by the wrist and pulls her to his room, shutting the door behind them with a rather loud click!]
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It wasn't his imagination. Something large and heavy is coming their way.
That's it. No more dawdling.]
Well, it seems that you are in need of assistance! I will be happy to help you if you will step with me into my room! That way we can work more on getting you to wear a costume to fit the Summerween Spiritâ„¢!
[He says the last part a little louder than the rest of the sentence, not waiting for Toriel to agree as he takes her by the wrist and pulls her to his room, shutting the door behind them with a rather loud click!]