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┊💝┊Such a gentlemen!

The young vixen releases a soft giggle as she performs a curtsy in return. “Alrighty then Azzy! My name is Violet. Violet Berry! And I’ve been waiting so long to meet you.”

“I didn’t think you’d be so tall in person! I’m glad I wore heels.” ♥ Although she was still a dwarf compared to him even with her tallest pair of pumps on.  “This is my first time being able to attend the festive in the capital! Everything is just so beautiful here! You must be so happy to live in such luxuries.”

            Azzy? Well, that was a new one. But he definitely didn’t mind it. It was really cute in his opinion. At the curtsy he bowed his head and let her hand go, standing back to his full height.

                     “Well, I rather enjoy coming out and visiting everyone... I don’t think I should just sit in that big empty castle... It may be ‘luxurious’, but it doesn’t mean it’s that enjoyable. After a few hundred years it gets tiring.”

          Asgore exclaimed and gave a shy chuckle, glancing to the side to shake hands with a monster and greet them, patting their shoulder as they walked off.

Unaware of it himself a gleeful smile stretched over the scientist’s face, cheeks tinting pink as both seemed to enjoy this activity. He scratched the underside of Asgore’s chin with the filed down points of his fingers. As he did so a new idea popped into his head, slowing down in his scritches. “How about a belly rub?” 

          At that, Asgore gave a low purr and tilted his head back to enjoy the feeling of Gaster scratching under his chin. Though, hearing him offer a belly rub, oh boy. The king was practically a big lap dog now, his tail giving a gentle thump as he nodded lazily. 

‘a love, in figments’ by Della Hicks-Wilson (via dellahickswilson)

          And in three… two… one… “That was fast.” Gaster smiles to himself, watching his friend begin to melt and turn to putty into his hands with each additional scratch. Same as ever! 

          Gaster curls his fingers behind Asgore’s ears, smile only growing at the low purrs emitted from his friend. Decisively, he keeps scratching, amused that even now, with the right things, he could make Asgore so content. “Cute!” he comments, the word slipping out unbeknownst to himself. He cuts back on the affection, before Asgore nearly crushes him leaning against him so much. 

           Having almost fully relaxed onto Gaster’s shoulder, he couldn’t help the flustered noise that left his throat at the simple comment. And even once the affection stopped, Asgore bumped his nose to his friend’s cheek with a delighted laugh, mumbling an apology for practically crushing him... 

              “How come you always do that? Do you just enjoy a one thousand plus pound boss monster suffocating you?”

         The king joked and leaned himself off of the scientist’s frame, instead letting their foreheads meet as he wrapped his arms snug around his waist so he could pull him in for a warm embrace. How he had gotten so lucky with someone like Gaster by his side was beyond him, but he was so grateful...

    Isn’t my brother cool?

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              Sometimes I wonder what he would do without such a cool guy taking care of him!

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┊💝┊The king! It was the king!!!

Oh, she’s always dreamed of meeting him in person; but she never thought she would have the chance. Being just a girl with a…. ‘reputation’ what place did she have  near the castle?

But today was a happy time! A festival! Something all monsters looked forward to. A day where all the worries of the Underground were pushed aside and the castle doors were open to all. The vixen calms her nerves as she slowly approaches Asgore himself.

           “Your highness….!”

          Ah, a day he didn’t have to worry about paperwork and that unnamed strain on his back. The annual festival of the underground! As he stepped into the crowd he was immediately greeted with handshakes and ecstatic subjects, trying his best to give them his utmost attention and respect. Might seem weird for a king to want to give that, but Asgore? No, he didn’t want them to think of him as someone higher than them, just someone who had been given the power to keep them hopeful.

       A moment of silence finally blessing his surroundings, Asgore turned to the call of his title and greeted the woman with a gentle bow. Hand extended to take hers and bestowing a kiss upon her knuckles, leaning back to offer her a warm smile.

                     “Ah, howdy-- please, just, just call me Asgore. I do not wish to seem above you...”

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