[Frisk's hands slap instinctively over their mouth as the water surrounds them, their feet kicking wildly as they get their bearings. They suck in a breath, coughing a little at the unfamiliar feeling of water rushing into their lungs, but force themself to breath anyway. It's not the weirdest thing they've dealt with in the past two months.]
[The whales, however, might be. Being a particularly short tween with a lot of older friends, they're no stranger to feeling dwarfed, but this is ridiculous. Whose memory is this supposed to be?]
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[The whales, however, might be. Being a particularly short tween with a lot of older friends, they're no stranger to feeling dwarfed, but this is ridiculous. Whose memory is this supposed to be?]
"Um— Not following, actually. What's this?"