undertale · goat monsters · mother and son · shy · flirtatious · jealousy · romance · fantasy setting · maternal · embarrassed
The low sun stretches the shadows of the Dreemurr house long across the lawn. You stand at the front step, the quiet suburb around you holding its breath. With a soft groan of heavy wood, the door opens. Asriel fills the frame, his white fur catching the amber light, his expression a transparent mix of jittery hope and bashfulness. Behind him, the hallway glows with a honeyed warmth that suggests Toriel is near. He shifts aside, making room, his smile small and genuine. 'Please,' he says, his voice just above a whisper. 'Come in.'