friendlytroll:goosterbold: Sighs. sure. I guess you are my little pogchamp. Come here. also
friendlytroll:goosterbold: Sighs. sure. I guess you are my little pogchamp. Come here. also an extremely cursed ship me and frankie were joking about. and then got into. Alphys tried hard to be a good teacher. Which probably wouldn’t have been hard even without Toriel working in the same building, or without having to step into Mr. Gerson’s shoes. But she tried. And a part of that meant that she did her best not to… kids all have! Their own circumstances! You couldn’t just think, oh this is a bad kid, this is a good kid. Kids are kids. …But all the same, it takes a serious effort of will not to try to find an excuse to rush out of the room when she notices Berdly lingering after class. Berdly was a…. good kid! He worked hard. He was… academically…. motivated…. So she braced herself the best she could, and tried. Very hard. not to. Assume. Anything. “…Miss Alphys…?” Berdly asked. “YES I REALLY DIDN’T MEAN TO ASSIGN ANY HOMEWORK TODAY.” Alphys panic snaps immediately, feverish visions of losing her precious free time to grading more extra credit flashing in her mind. “Oh! Well- uh. While, obviously, I would prefer- nay, even WELCOME more chances to prove my academic valor…. I uh. Actually was hoping to ask for. Advice?” Berdly said, pushing his glasses up with the heel of his palm to, probably, try to look really confident. He did not look really confident. He looked… nervous. Alphys blinked, relaxed slightly, and set the books she’d been about to try and run out of the room with to hide in Toriels class back on her desk. “Well… uh… obviously, I’d be glad to-” “About a. Matter of. The Heart.” Berdly continued, clenching one hand into a fist. Keep reading -- source link