[Of all the things to be bemused by after arriving on a giant flying craft that can supposedly traverse the stars, Asgore wouldn't have thought it would be something as simple as the laundry. Going about familiar day to day tasks such as dressing oneself was a good way of grounding his thoughts, he'd found, so to be faced with the dilemma of clothes that did not fit a very large monster, was rather troubling to say the least.]
Hmm... this uniform seems far smaller than I recall. Did it shrink? Perhaps whoever put it here has made a simple mistake.
[Either way, he wasn't about to go out there completely naked (wouldn't that make a good impression of monsterkind?), so he did his best to squeeze into what he had as best as he could. Now to find someone who might be able to help... which required moving. Stiffly. Very stiffly, to the point where the seams of his uniform threatened to burst.
If he meets you in the hallway, you'll likely notice how uncomfortable he is, and when he speaks, it's rather... strained.]
Ah... excuse me. I am... in... in need of some help.
Facing a Mirror
[Just when Asgore felt that things were getting better, he comes face to face with... well, whatever crew member happened to be on the other side of the door he'd just opened.]
Excuse me.
[He tries, attempting to pass, but... whoever is there seems to be mirroring his movements. He tries again, pausing and changing direction, but yet again the other person moves as he does. How very strange.]
I will let you pass instead. Please, go ahead.
[Let's try it the other way around?]
Wild Card
[Bump into Asgore staring into space on one of the observation decks or perusing the gardens and marvelling at the big tree with its long trailing roots. Or make up something else entirely!]
Asgore | Undertale
[Of all the things to be bemused by after arriving on a giant flying craft that can supposedly traverse the stars, Asgore wouldn't have thought it would be something as simple as the laundry. Going about familiar day to day tasks such as dressing oneself was a good way of grounding his thoughts, he'd found, so to be faced with the dilemma of clothes that did not fit a very large monster, was rather troubling to say the least.]
Hmm... this uniform seems far smaller than I recall. Did it shrink? Perhaps whoever put it here has made a simple mistake.
[Either way, he wasn't about to go out there completely naked (wouldn't that make a good impression of monsterkind?), so he did his best to squeeze into what he had as best as he could. Now to find someone who might be able to help... which required moving. Stiffly. Very stiffly, to the point where the seams of his uniform threatened to burst.
If he meets you in the hallway, you'll likely notice how uncomfortable he is, and when he speaks, it's rather... strained.]
Ah... excuse me. I am... in... in need of some help.
Facing a Mirror
[Just when Asgore felt that things were getting better, he comes face to face with... well, whatever crew member happened to be on the other side of the door he'd just opened.]
Excuse me.
[He tries, attempting to pass, but... whoever is there seems to be mirroring his movements. He tries again, pausing and changing direction, but yet again the other person moves as he does. How very strange.]
I will let you pass instead. Please, go ahead.
[Let's try it the other way around?]
Wild Card
[Bump into Asgore staring into space on one of the observation decks or perusing the gardens and marvelling at the big tree with its long trailing roots. Or make up something else entirely!]