*wait here.* she said before forging ahead nervously.

Sans nodded and leaned up against a tree. "just you and me, huh mistral?"

(Procrastinating so I can think up a name for the kid...
Uhh....)

The bird looked up at Sans.

(XD)

Frisk kept going.

(...Warren. Let's go with Warren.)

(nice.)

Frisk called out nervously, *Warren? is that you?*

After a moment or so, a boy not much older than Frisk tumbled through the bushes. "Hey hey, look who's out in this part of the woods! How're things goin' Frisk? It's been a while since I've seen ya." He greeted, sporting a smile.

Frisk smiled, relieved. *hi, Warren! Trust me, you have no idea how long its been. How are you? Whats happened with your life?*

Warren laughed lightly. "Haha, three weeks feels like forever, huh? But yeah, I'm doing alright, thanks. Buisness as usual for the most part, really. Exploring the woods, doing chores, that sort of thing. How about you, what've you been up to? You're usually up this way every other weekend."

Frisk shrugged. *been busy. Sorry. Iv been hanging out around the mountain up there.*

"Wait, as in Mt. Ebott?" He asked, lifting a brow. "...Wow, you sure like getting yourself in dangerous situations, don't you? Well, I guess since you're back, that rumor has been unofficially debunked." Warren commented.