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Flower calmly walks down the stairs a towel resting onto of his head which was covering his wet hair that acts like petals has he munched on a pokey stick while writing something in a journal of a sort mumbling to himself. [color=00a651]"No Chara I don't think there is any chocolate in the kitchen... Frisk I am not going outside to show you my arms again,"[/color] He mumbles looking over at the person at the door and tilts his head curiously and mumbles something else, [color=00a651]"Frisk. Chara. Both of you shut up I'm not in the mood"[/color]