[It seemed like it would be a nice day, didn't it? Surely, birds were singing and flowers were blooming outside. It would be nice even if it were raining, but Asriel was hoping for sun, because rain would make it difficult to draw outside, you know, and he's got his arms full of paper and crayons that wouldn't hold up in that kind of weather. He's humming a soft tune as he walks into the heart chamber, having taken the long way to the door outside, but when he sees a figure in there, he stops.
When he sees all the golden flowers covering their person, the breath catches in his throat.
When he starts to make out the person underneath all those golden flowers, you can forget it, all that paper and all those crayons have fallen onto the floor, and he's staring with his mouth wide open, uncertainty and disbelief and an intense desire to believe pounding through his being.]
[A] /muffled shrieking hello there
When he sees all the golden flowers covering their person, the breath catches in his throat.
When he starts to make out the person underneath all those golden flowers, you can forget it, all that paper and all those crayons have fallen onto the floor, and he's staring with his mouth wide open, uncertainty and disbelief and an intense desire to believe pounding through his being.]
Cha...ra...?