It's an uncharacteristic moment of silence for a woman like Lup, who always have something to say, never leaves a conversation without having the last word. But for just a moment, she's quiet, arms still in movement, stirring the last step of batter for their cookies.
When she finally speaks, it's softer than normal, softer than Alphys may have ever heard her speak before.]
Miss him. Miss his dorky face. Miss his dumbass laugh. His everything. [The bowl, finally prepared, gets dropped on the counter, before Lup pushes away, arms wrapping around her middle.]
He's such a friggin' sap. Sixty-plus years together and he still talks about me he's got a schoolboy crush. Who even does that.
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It's an uncharacteristic moment of silence for a woman like Lup, who always have something to say, never leaves a conversation without having the last word. But for just a moment, she's quiet, arms still in movement, stirring the last step of batter for their cookies.
When she finally speaks, it's softer than normal, softer than Alphys may have ever heard her speak before.]
Miss him. Miss his dorky face. Miss his dumbass laugh. His everything. [The bowl, finally prepared, gets dropped on the counter, before Lup pushes away, arms wrapping around her middle.]
He's such a friggin' sap. Sixty-plus years together and he still talks about me he's got a schoolboy crush. Who even does that.