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[despiteeverything]

[A post for all your one-on-one communication needs with the determined kid.

Frisk doesn't spend too much time at their apartment, a small room in the middle of Otherworlder housing. Maybe because they live completely by themselves. Hm.

In any case they're quick to respond once contacted. Mail is generally slower and riddled with spelling and grammatical errors. They spend their days exploring, playing, and doing odd jobs for a couple of native families who help make sure they have enough money for a roof over their head and food to eat. You won't hear them complaining about their living situation though.]

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[despiteeverything]

[Frisk slows down a little, and their hand squeezes hers.]

It's okay. I think we're all sorta confused about 'em. We'll figure it out together!

[She doesn't have to do this alone. They hum thoughtfully to themselves, wondering... maybe going out to see them later will help? They'll have to bring it up in a bit.

But for now, they're reaching the very edge of town, just a few minutes' walk from Frisk's favorite spot.]

[alphybits]

[Right, right. Teamwork and all that. ... Alphys is unsure, though, her hand running a bit colder than usual from her concern. It's not been a good month to feel like she can do things together with anyone.]

It's- Kind of nice out here. I mean, I like cities, and all, but- I mean- I set up out in Hotland for a reason. S-solitude and all.

[despiteeverything]

Yeah. Sometimes people are a lot.

[It's part of why they found this place too. For when they just... needed space. A place they could feel however they wanted without it being a problem to anybody, among other reasons.

Speaking of which, they've gotten there.

It's right down near the lake's edge, you could wade in a little if you wanted, though the water's still frigid. There's likewise a tree nearby, with flowers starting to bloom at the tips of its low-hanging branches; some of the tree's limbs are even low enough and flat enough to sit on easily, if one so desired.

All around the little clearing though, it looks like it's about to erupt into a riot of color. There's flowers, so many, just on the cusp of blooming. By the time the Flower Festival rolls around, they'll probably be gorgeous.

Frisk turns back to Alphys, smiling.]

We're here.