[ This kid (?) is going through it, and Bigby is still not a registered therapy dog. He rubs the back of his head, tempted by Flowey's suggestion but unable to just walk away. Dragging him back to town seems like the easiest way to deal with this, but that thought immediately gets tossed aside. ] Firepaw? Are you serious?

[ He could not scoff any louder. That's who this seed is crying about? The fucking hold this cat has on people. ] Well, shit, maybe I should eat you. Save you the embarrassment of dying to a fucking housecat. [ He leans in to look the slumped Sunkern in the face. Pitiable, to be honest. No way this kid killed anyone. ]

Alright, stand straight so I can rip your face off.