[Asgore's ears shift back as much as they're able. Chara's nerves are palpable, and while he's seen them visibly nervous before, it's...rare.]
Of course.
[He glances around quickly. They're distant from both his home and theirs. There's no comfort or semblance of privacy to be gained here, out on the path near the bridge where anyone might pass by. He'd like to invite them home for a cup of tea, but even he can tell that this is no time for pleasantries. The stones are not stopping; anyone who wants to speak something on their own terms should do it now.
Still, he doesn't like to see them so brittle. And their back is towards the bridge, where someone might approach.]
Over here, perhaps. [He steps just a few paces off the path, into something of a clearing. Someone who passed by could still see them, he supposes, but at least they might be able to speak quietly and not be quite so public. Anyway, there's a rock here that's of a decent height for him to sit on, so that at least he isn't towering over them.]
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Of course.
[He glances around quickly. They're distant from both his home and theirs. There's no comfort or semblance of privacy to be gained here, out on the path near the bridge where anyone might pass by. He'd like to invite them home for a cup of tea, but even he can tell that this is no time for pleasantries. The stones are not stopping; anyone who wants to speak something on their own terms should do it now.
Still, he doesn't like to see them so brittle. And their back is towards the bridge, where someone might approach.]
Over here, perhaps. [He steps just a few paces off the path, into something of a clearing. Someone who passed by could still see them, he supposes, but at least they might be able to speak quietly and not be quite so public. Anyway, there's a rock here that's of a decent height for him to sit on, so that at least he isn't towering over them.]