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Ask Numberoo 58: GREEN IS A POSITIVE COLOR.

Frogheartk, again, races forward to have another question answered:

One last inqury (for now) is... You, did you know that you are classified as a avian now?

You: Huh. Really? Is that what the definition of avian is?

Frisk: I guess so. I'm only eleven, so I wouldn't know anything about it.

Asriel: I think that's what it means.

You: Well... I'm an avian now.

*They hold up their wings in success.

You: Hooooooooray.

Woshablook (WOSHUA): Could be worse. You could be a ghost.

Woshablook: Oh no... I'm so sorry... I didn't realize...

Woshablook (WOSHUA): Uh. No worries.

Woshablook (WOSHUA): Well, there's still worse things out there. You could be fused with a temmie.

*Woshablook shivers in disgust.

Asriel (PAPYRUS): Or you could be fused with... Jerry. Ugh.

*Asriel shivers as well, tongue sticking out and face scrunched up.

You: Yeah, I know. Things could be worse... but that doesn't make it right.

Woshablook (WOSHUA): Maybe not, be it's a perfect way to guilt-trip people. Your position is always better than someone else's.

Frisk: But-

Asriel (PAPYRUS): That definitely does not mean you shouldn't fix your problem. It will continue to plague-

Tuffet: I'm back, everyone!

*Tuffet shoves through the snow, approaching our heroes with a smile.

Tuffet: I believe I have found a place for all of us to stay and for You to rest.

Frisk: Um, where is it?

Tuffet: At, erm, Napstablook's home!

*She flings her arms at Woshablook.

Woshablook: What.

Tuffet: Now, it's a long way, so let's get ready to move, shall we?

Woshablook: No, Toriel, wait...

Tuffet: Blooky, please. Hurry! We need to be moving!

Woshablook: Uh... oh. Okay.

Tuffet: Excellent! Asriel, let me hold your hand... and Frisk too, yes...

You: Do you still want to carry me?

*Frisk and Tuffet had the same idea.

Frisk: Yes, You, I'd be happy to.

Tuffet: Of course! If you don't mind, little one...

*They paused, whipping their heads to look at each other. Then, Tuffet tenderly pried You from Frisk's grip.

Tuffet: It's alright, You. You'll be warm and protected in my arms.

You: I'm sorry, Frisk. I... I was talking to Tuffet when I said that.

*Frisk licked their lips. They didn't hold Tuffet's hands anymore. Partly because the goat mother was already busy with a yellow avian.

Woshablook: Toriel, uh, Toriel...

Woshablook (WOSHUA): Are you sure this is a good idea, your highness? My, uh, Napstablook's house might be just as messy as yours-

*Woshablook halted. You just don't say that to a queen, ex-royalty or no.