Memory Asriel munches on the last piece of his slice of snail pie, chewing thoughtfully as he sits next to the flowers in the garden. He smiles up at Dad, holding his arms up after a moment. Obligingly, he is lifted up like a paperweight, smiling out as he's set on his shoulder, holding onto a horn for stability. "You know, someday you're going to be too big for this! If you get bigger than I am, can I sit on your shoulder?" Dad says, and Asriel responds with an extended tongue. Such a gesture prompts an infectious laugh, and pretty soon the both of them are giggling, whereupon Mom shows up with Chara, and seconds. He's full, but he eats it anyway. As the evening drags on, it starts to get late, and a yawn, proving similarly infectious, prompts mention of bed time. Teeth are brushed. Pajamas are exchanged. Toys are put away, and there he is, being tucked in bed, kissed good night by mom, and by dad. He closes his eyes, and pulls his pillow in close.
He's got a really great life.
Housing - single-thread if you prefer Asriel slowly walks up the path, carrying the clothes on his back, a small bag, and a slip of paper with a number on it. They said that they tried to match people from the same world together, right? So that means...
He turns, looking up at the house number plate before glancing back down at the paper. B-11, B-11.
He takes a deep breath. It's time to face what he's going to be dealing with, living here in this bizarre world.
He knocks loudly on the door.
Getting A Job "I know I can't be picky. I mean, it's not like I've got a lot of marketable skills."
Asriel is seated on a picnic table in the park, combing through leaflets of information. There is a black-pommed moogle in black sunglasses and a black leather jacket beside him, sipping a mug of something.
"What do you have, then?"
"Uhh, not much?? I mean, I was a flower for a pretty long time, it's not exactly something that's easy to put on a resume."
"Beggers can't be choosers... kupo."
"Yeah I guess, but I've seen what this kind of job does to people." He says, waving a pamphlet. "Working in fast food is the quickest way to want to end it all. Hell, I usually just left that burger pants guy alone. Not like I could do anything to him that would make him suffer more."
"You certainly can complain... kupo. Maybe a job that would fit that talent."
"Oh, haha, very funny. Are there even movies or videogames in this world? Being a critic doesn't seem like something that's very needed around here."
"Why make such a fuss? You know the big Curti Cats in charge changed it so you never have to move out. You could spend all day inside and never have to leave if you wanted. ...Kupo."
"Beca--wait, really? Well that's not the point! I need.. something to do. I'm already going stir crazy. I don't want to be alone with my thoughts, alright?"
"Then I suppose you had best get to frying chocobo thighs... kupo."
Asriel groans, and puts his head down on the table, knocking over classifieds and application papers.
Getting A Job - The Other Kind Late to the party as usual, Asriel opens the door to the university that he's been having trouble pronouncing for, like, the last hour. Aaaangh? Ungh? Aaauung? Ahnguh?
He nearly bumps into the wall with his thoughts on how the heck you're supposed to pronounce that before he blinks, and looks around. "Uhh.. hey, is this the.. time mage guild?" He asks, not even entirely sure he's in the right place. He definitely looks a bit out of place, being tall, gangly, big horns... and for that matter, what he thinks of as "the front desk" would actually wind up being... just a table. In his defense, the layout of the "time mage" guild has to be awful complicated and headache-inducing.
Asriel Dreemurr | Undertale Growth Spurt AU | Rosque
Asriel munches on the last piece of his slice of snail pie, chewing thoughtfully as he sits next to the flowers in the garden. He smiles up at Dad, holding his arms up after a moment. Obligingly, he is lifted up like a paperweight, smiling out as he's set on his shoulder, holding onto a horn for stability. "You know, someday you're going to be too big for this! If you get bigger than I am, can I sit on your shoulder?" Dad says, and Asriel responds with an extended tongue. Such a gesture prompts an infectious laugh, and pretty soon the both of them are giggling, whereupon Mom shows up with Chara, and seconds. He's full, but he eats it anyway. As the evening drags on, it starts to get late, and a yawn, proving similarly infectious, prompts mention of bed time. Teeth are brushed. Pajamas are exchanged. Toys are put away, and there he is, being tucked in bed, kissed good night by mom, and by dad. He closes his eyes, and pulls his pillow in close.
He's got a really great life.
Housing - single-thread if you prefer
Asriel slowly walks up the path, carrying the clothes on his back, a small bag, and a slip of paper with a number on it. They said that they tried to match people from the same world together, right? So that means...
He turns, looking up at the house number plate before glancing back down at the paper. B-11, B-11.
He takes a deep breath. It's time to face what he's going to be dealing with, living here in this bizarre world.
He knocks loudly on the door.
Getting A Job
"I know I can't be picky. I mean, it's not like I've got a lot of marketable skills."
Asriel is seated on a picnic table in the park, combing through leaflets of information. There is a black-pommed moogle in black sunglasses and a black leather jacket beside him, sipping a mug of something.
"What do you have, then?"
"Uhh, not much?? I mean, I was a flower for a pretty long time, it's not exactly something that's easy to put on a resume."
"Beggers can't be choosers... kupo."
"Yeah I guess, but I've seen what this kind of job does to people." He says, waving a pamphlet. "Working in fast food is the quickest way to want to end it all. Hell, I usually just left that burger pants guy alone. Not like I could do anything to him that would make him suffer more."
"You certainly can complain... kupo. Maybe a job that would fit that talent."
"Oh, haha, very funny. Are there even movies or videogames in this world? Being a critic doesn't seem like something that's very needed around here."
"Why make such a fuss? You know the big Curti Cats in charge changed it so you never have to move out. You could spend all day inside and never have to leave if you wanted. ...Kupo."
"Beca--wait, really? Well that's not the point! I need.. something to do. I'm already going stir crazy. I don't want to be alone with my thoughts, alright?"
"Then I suppose you had best get to frying chocobo thighs... kupo."
Asriel groans, and puts his head down on the table, knocking over classifieds and application papers.
Getting A Job - The Other Kind
Late to the party as usual, Asriel opens the door to the university that he's been having trouble pronouncing for, like, the last hour. Aaaangh? Ungh? Aaauung? Ahnguh?
He nearly bumps into the wall with his thoughts on how the heck you're supposed to pronounce that before he blinks, and looks around. "Uhh.. hey, is this the.. time mage guild?" He asks, not even entirely sure he's in the right place. He definitely looks a bit out of place, being tall, gangly, big horns... and for that matter, what he thinks of as "the front desk" would actually wind up being... just a table. In his defense, the layout of the "time mage" guild has to be awful complicated and headache-inducing.
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