Flowey had more than a few tricks up his sleeve...several of them involved being able to mimic the faces and voices of others. But he had been in here so long he was almost completely resigned to his fate. It took him a while to even recognize that it was an entirely new voice that was calling behind the door. By the time he finally turned to look, said door was already open. Oh, thank God. It was someone new.
"H-howdy. He left earlier. I think." His petals perked up a little. "I uh...don't suppose you'd want to leave a message? On a notebook? Probably leave the pen behind too..."
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Date: 2016-01-21 03:06 am (UTC)"H-howdy. He left earlier. I think." His petals perked up a little. "I uh...don't suppose you'd want to leave a message? On a notebook? Probably leave the pen behind too..."
Please give me something to do.