[The mention of 'Mx. Siffrin' sours his mood a little, visibly so. He plucks weeds out rather unconventionally: by reaching with his own roots into the soil and tearing the weeds out like that. It's easier for him than lifting a watering can.
He doesn't say anything for a while. It's warm and golden light is filtering down onto the other plants. He used to help his dad in the garden like this. Asgore always liked flowers, and grew a variety of them before he became obsessed with golden ones. He remembers spending forever trying to get all the grass stains out of his fur.]
Lady-- I mean, Lusamine. [Will someone like her get mad if he doesn't call her Miss Lusamine or some crap? He hopes she doesn't want him to call her 'mom'.] What was your life like back home? Before you came here?
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He doesn't say anything for a while. It's warm and golden light is filtering down onto the other plants. He used to help his dad in the garden like this. Asgore always liked flowers, and grew a variety of them before he became obsessed with golden ones. He remembers spending forever trying to get all the grass stains out of his fur.]
Lady-- I mean, Lusamine. [Will someone like her get mad if he doesn't call her Miss Lusamine or some crap? He hopes she doesn't want him to call her 'mom'.] What was your life like back home? Before you came here?