[The wait behind the door feels like far longer than it really is, and the swell of anxiety that fills Norma's stomach is nearly sickening, but it deflates upon laying her eyes on Frisk after so long. So, so long. They're just a kid - a kid she barely knows that much about, but when has that ever stopped her from getting attached? There's just something about Frisk that makes her feel so at ease. So natural, and...heh, normal.
It's just a minute spent staring, almost in disbelief, before Norma's face turns up into a big smile, and she folds just enough to scoop Frisk up into her arms and hug them tight. Her laugh is a little watery, because she did hurt when they wet on "vacation", but it's nothing to the joy she feels at having them back. Does it make sense? No, not really, dead don't come back - shouldn't come back, but does she care about all that?
Not one bit.]
That vacation better have stunk because I'm not ever letting you leave again, got it?! [She hiccups a little sob, and tightens her grip on their sweater.]
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It's just a minute spent staring, almost in disbelief, before Norma's face turns up into a big smile, and she folds just enough to scoop Frisk up into her arms and hug them tight. Her laugh is a little watery, because she did hurt when they wet on "vacation", but it's nothing to the joy she feels at having them back. Does it make sense? No, not really, dead don't come back - shouldn't come back, but does she care about all that?
Not one bit.]
That vacation better have stunk because I'm not ever letting you leave again, got it?! [She hiccups a little sob, and tightens her grip on their sweater.]