[They've not asked about the content of his dreams, just as they've not asked that which populates Frisk's. They're certain enough of the general subject matter that doing so would result in little more than the stirring of things best left forgotten.
Still, it gives them pause. Tea leaves deposited into the kettle, the heating and steeping of the water, the machine-gun tin rattle of the steam tap-tapping at the metal interior.
They digest the words quietly, a faint crease dimpling their brow.]
no subject
Still, it gives them pause. Tea leaves deposited into the kettle, the heating and steeping of the water, the machine-gun tin rattle of the steam tap-tapping at the metal interior.
They digest the words quietly, a faint crease dimpling their brow.]
What happened? In - the dream?