[It's a move we like to call the Goldenrod Drift. Takes time to perfect, or perhaps a spur-of-the-moment decision based on ALL THE FACTORS.
Moon is sure not to spray or fall into Frisk as he goes past, tongue hanging out from his open-mouthed grin. Asriel looks back at them cheeks pink from the cold wind and eyes bright. This is easily the most fun he's had in ages, and considering how wonderful this place was, that's saying something.]
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Moon is sure not to spray or fall into Frisk as he goes past, tongue hanging out from his open-mouthed grin. Asriel looks back at them cheeks pink from the cold wind and eyes bright. This is easily the most fun he's had in ages, and considering how wonderful this place was, that's saying something.]
Hiiiii Frisk!