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[Color=#67a4e0]Level:[/color] 1 
[Color=#e607f8]Experience:[/color] 3/10
[Color=#e607f8]Currently In:[/color] Snowdin, Grillby's
[Color=#67a4e0]Word Count:[/color] 555 (1+ Exp)
[i][color=lightgray]"Scholar Dude" [@Lugubrious], "Red-Eyed Lady" [@Gentlemanvaultboy][/color][/i]

 Frisk nodded as Scholar Dude grabbed his drink, their smile unfading. They weren't a mind reader of any kind, yet even as they were nothing short of a stranger to others, that never meant they shouldn't show kindness. Especially in a weird place like what's outside of Snowdin. The child wasn't aware of the Scholar Dude's full schedule thingy either, so if anyone was indeed scared, they'd probably be confused. He seems so quiet, like they are. What would be so scary about him? For goodness sake, the poor guy was probably cold as heck out there!

 Frisk's attention was turned back to Red-Eyed Lady, their smile shifting to a curious expression with their mouth slightly open. She greeted them, then hesitated on what to refer to them as. They softly chuckled. They never said if they were a boy or a girl, did they? In their defense, no one thought to ask! They just were. And that's okay. Anyways, the lady asked if Frisk knew where Scholar Dude's pet dog was. [Color=#67a4e0]"I-"[/color] Regardless of their answer, their attention turned back to Grillby, who answered for them.

 Apparently Grillby asked someone named Treat to look after the little guy. A wolf girl, no less. Putting the irony aside, Frisk's attention went back to the Red-Eyed lady. [Color=#67a4e0]"Uhm..."[/color] They spoke up, thinking of a way to break the ice.

...Nah, not the right set up for a pun. Or time for that matter.

[Color=#67a4e0]"Your eyes are pretty cool."[/color] They said to her, albeit more focused on the skulls that acted as her pupils. That kinda is neat if they were honest. But they internally grimaced at the wording, even if it was just nothing. ...Actually, now that it's crossed their mind, why was Scholar Dude freezing, while Red-Eyed Lady looked okay? Did the former fell into a lake or something? Would make sense. Still, they should probably ask. If anything, Red-Eyed Lady could've pulled a prank on him that went wrong or something. Possibly a remorseful culprit. ...Well, they'll bring it up later, when Scholar Dude's fully recovered. Last thing they wanted was to be rude to possible friends. Once they heard the front door open, Frisk tilted their head to look at the girl that sprinted inside, dog in her arms. They've seen Treat around a few times in town, but she always seemed so nervous and sad, and they didn't want to scare her. That'd make them sad too! And then where would they be? The child gave her a reassuring smile, as to say that it was okay for her to be here. But the fluffy corgi in Treat's arms did most of the talking for them, once he saw his owner.

 Frisk watched intently as Scholar Dude's Scholar Dog was passed to his lap. They remained quiet. More quiet than usual. Their blank stare was directed to the dog, and the dog alone. Must. Not. Pet. They must resist the urge to pet the Scholar Dog. He was not their dog, but...fluffy... Very fluffy. The child's small arms reached over to the corgi, petting him. After a moment, they shuffled closer and gently wrapped their arms around the good boy. They emitted a content hum. 

 [Color=#67a4e0]"Good boy."[/color] 

 If they ended up with dog fur on their sweater, it was so worth it.