Asriel yawns slowly as he reads through the imog slate. In the past, he'd not bothered much with it, on account of not having any friends. Well, mostly not having any friends. Today though, the memes are not very on-point. The whole end-of-the-world situation's lost a lot of the humor.

A large shape heads closer, blocky with surprising prehensility, and he doesn't really even look up. They're not in the tour, so he doesn't think twice about it--there's only one individual that silhouette could belong to.

"Hey Megatron." He says conversationally.