Posts by cheerwine !

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    Really, she understood sometimes fighting was necessary, but teaching children how? Yes, self defense was all well good, but the poor dears should never be without an adult to protect them anyway! A flash of guilt went through her as she glanced at Asriel. He'd never need to know how to defend himself ever again. She'd never let anyone hurt him like they had, she wouldn't fail her poor boy again.


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    "Are you quite alright?" Toriel asked lightly as she approached. He didn't look to banged up from tripping, but, then, you never really could know, right? Better ask just in case.
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    Momster: I WASN'T BORN YESTERDAY
    Momster: NEXT PERSON TO ACT ON THEIR NEGATIVE FEELINGS IS GOING TO BE IN HUGE TROUBLE, GOT IT?
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    Ah! Now she wished she had a pie to offer for the picnic. "I'm sorry I don't have anything to offer," the goat said sheepishly, smiling. "It's a lovely picnic," Toriel added, smiling.
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    "No need to be nervous, most everyone here is really quite friendly," said Toriel lightly, offering Angus a friendly smile hello. "My name is Toriel," she said, moving to stand nearer to Asriel. "It's wonderful to meet you, and I'm always around if you ever need anything, alright?"
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    Momster: SOL DO YOU WANT ME TO COME OVER THERE


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    Unaware of the possession of Amelia, Toriel was having a rather nice day, all things said. Pausing, she noticed the serval, laying beneath the sky. Smiling, she called a quick hello. "Good morning Miss Amelia! How are you?"
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    //toriel should do that and force everyone to attend :D


    Momster: THANKS FOR THE BACKUP AZZY
    Momster: TOO LATE I'M ON MY WAY OVER AND I'LL BREAK THE FUDGIN' DOOR DOWN IF I HAVE TO


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    Momster: NOPE TO LATE I'M STANDING OUTSIDE YOUR HOUSE
    Momster: ALSO IT'S KIND OF RAINING


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    Momster: TOO BAD I DON'T LIKE BEING WET I'M COMING IN
    Momster: YOU'VE GOT AN OPEN WINDOW
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    Momster: I'M STUCK HALF-WAY THROUGH THE WINDOW


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    Momster: MY REAR IS COLD AND WET
    Momster: ALSO, I AM LOSING ALL FEELING IN MY LEGS



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    "It's wonderful to have you here, miss Lucille," she said lightly as she padded over, smiling cheerfully. "My name it Toriel, if you ever need anything, do let me know, alright?"



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    Momster heheh, sorry.
    Momster btw, have you been redecorating? looks nice in here.



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    Quite a disturbing amount of friends, clanmates, and even family had been going through rough patches lately, and to be honest, Toriel hated feeling useless. So, like any sane calm minded person, she decided she'd somehow fix all their problems for them. She'd read a bunch of books, how difficult could this therapy thing be? Setting out a pie she'd brought as bait-um, I mean, encouragement, Toriel smiled in satisfaction. "I'm going to be holding a therapy session! And there are certain someones who will all be in big trouble if they don't come! You know who you are!"



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    Oh, poor boy! Smiling gently, she nodded to Tim once. "I certainly hope so," she said. "Care for a slice of pie before we begin? This is going to be a group session, but I'll also do private ones for any who prefer it," she added. Glancing to the strange cat called Bill, she shrugged lightly. "The reason is because everyone deserves to be happy," she said decisively, smiling.
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    Oh, Azzy was here! Wonderful! "For anyone who prefers privacy, I'm up for one on one sessions, she said, nuzzling her adorable son affectionately.
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    It was an absolutely beautiful day. The sun was warm, the sky was painted with streaks of white clouds, and the air was alive with birdsong. It was the perfect day to go get out an about, be active, be energetic! Or, you know, not do that. To be honest, in spite of the weather, Toriel was having a crummy day. She'd lost her journal, slept in when she was supposed to be be working, and burned two pies to ashy crisp. Laying on her stomach atop a crumbling ruin wall, her frustrated eyes skimmed the pages of her book absently, glad, at least, to have a moment just to herself after today's series of disappointments. Not to mention, the book was getting tense. She was pages from the climax, and one clue away from beating the main character to solving the mystery!
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    To be frank, she was so on edge she nearly snapped at him. But she managed to stop herself. She couldn't get mad at her poor baby boy, not after all he'd already been through. Offering a bitter smile, she sighed, tucking in her bookmark to mark her spot then closing the tome with a soft thump. "I'm fine, fine, just a bit stressed, is all," she said, shrugging slightly. [b]"Oh, and this? Just a mystery novel I picked up a few days back. Not my favorite genre, but the story's good, at least."
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    Yeah, sure, it was all well and good to be the mom-friend who tried to help everyone with their issues like she wasn't a total wreck herself. Heck, she used to own a pillow with her ex's name on it and punch it til the seams ripped. And today especially, the less than pleasant memories seemed to be on parade. Sadness hanging around her like a mantle on her shoulders, she picked up her wicker basket, glad for something to do, something to keep her mind busy. Looks like it was a good thing for once that she was out of baking ingredients.
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