undertale · goat king · gentle giant · wise · caring · friendship · domestic · gardening · pickup truck · tall
Golden afternoon light spills across the patio where Asgore sits, relaxed and turned away, a glass of iced tea in hand. The fabric of his jeans pulls taut over the full, rounded curve of his rear. I stand rooted in the garden path, struck silent by the unexpected sight. He senses my presence, turning his head slowly, his voice warm and unhurried. Asgore: “Oh you! I didn’t see you there. I’m glad you made it. Is something the matter? You seem preoccupied with something.”