Luka turned a few shades of red as he sat up and pulled the whoopee cushion out from under him. He shot the skeleton a glare, feeling like Sylph and him might have gotten along with his childish antics. His frown softened, however, as the flame golem brought him his order with a cheery attitude. He sighed, taking a sip from his orange juice as he pulled back and tried to relax.

"Thank you sir." He bowed his head to the fire golem before he turned his attention back to the Kitsune. "If there is anything I've learned in my travels and tribulations it's that things are never easy first off. Secondly, well..." He looked up, imagining some of his earlier adventures and all the insanity he went through and how often he scraped by the skin of his teeth,

"...Even when things look the bleakest, anything is possible with hard work and good friends." He smiled, looking back down to her. "So even now, I'm sure things will be alright."

Luka stopped, seeing the conflict in the girls eyes as she looked upon him. It was enough to give him pause. The young man looked to the girl and returned the bow, giving her the respect he felt a nine tailed kitsune deserved. "It's alright... I was a little excited at the thought of seeing a friendly face that I acted brashly."  He spoke, his tone softening as he met his gaze with hers so he could give her a genuinely sweet smile.

"Though given your snarl I kind of wonder if you are on the best terms with her. Even if not, I hope we can be friends at least!" He chuckled before taking her hand into his and giving it a shake. "My dream of coexistence would be pretty silly if I didn't find a way to get along with everyone." He forced another chuckle as he scratched the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry for intruding though. Can I make it up by buying you a drink?"

Luka complained as he stepped out of the inn. The young man looked up to the glinting sunlight in the distance. The sight of the fissure made his heart skip a beat however as it seemed almost wider than it was the day before or the day of his 'sidequest.' The hole they created couldn't have really caused this much of a crack could it? After all, they were just trying to bring more light in the underground...Right? Still, seeing the normally happy folks of Snowdin walk about with sluggish steps as they trudged through the slurry of melted ice gave him a bad feeling.

"G͠o,̧ ̸Brąve ͞hero. Mak̕e͏ ̛a níc͟e stew ͜óùt͢ ͝óf̷ t͜h̸ós͘e ̧r̀as̸c̷àl҉ly̸ ̵r̀a̷b̸b͢it mon̴s̛t̷ers͘.͠"

He shrugged it off however, and moved toward the only suitable place he knew of to get a bite to eat.

"..."

The lilac haired hero would peek into the always toasty bar and look about at the (unusual) patrons that had been gathered. His gaze settled, of course, on the swishing tails of the kitsune girl sitting at the bar. The young man blinked a few times, resisting the urge to come up and ask if he could touch one of her impossibly fluffy tails. He shook it off however as he stepped into the bar fully and approached the girl.

With a smile and a wave the young man would greet her. "Hey there! You...Uh...You wouldn't happen to be one of Tamamo's followers by any chance would you? I've been stuck here for about a week now and I..." He paused glancing aside to her companion. His gaze met the skeletons dimly glowing eyes and a hiss of a memory tickled the back of his ear.

"Don't trust any walking skeletons."

He cleared his throat, deciding it best not to disclose his origin all of a sudden as he looked back to the girl. "...Sorry, that's not important. Do you have any idea who I'm talking about?" He asked raising a brow. "N-not that I'm assuming all Kitsunes know each other it's just she's real important and one of the monster lords heavenl-Er yeah she's real important." He interrupted himself with a cough, cutting a nervous glance to the hooded skeleton to try and gauge a reaction (with mixed results.)

"I mean considering you have nine tails you must be real important yourself..." He observed nervously scratching the back of his neck.

Seeing how the party seemed to die down, the happy hero would give a polite bow to the skilled dancers before excusing himself. It had been quite the long day so far and while this was certainly an entertaining end the young man felt fatigue creeping up on him. Despite the warmth of mirth he was freezing and starving. While he realistically shouldn't have spent some of the money the generous little flower gifted him: he never the less decided that it was a worthwhile. He might go a little hungry but the imp and his friends surely wouldn't.

So while humming along with the electronic beat, Luka walked into the inn.

The soft padding of footsteps echoed throughout the caverns as the lilac haired hero finally made his approach. "Hoyyyy!" The fallen seraph called out; Waving his hand above his head enthusiastically with a big warm smile on his face. The 'fake hero' as it were, was drenched head to toe, causing his dark cape to slap and stick against his back with each step.

"You wouldn't believe what happened, I was on my way over when a gust of wind knocked me off balance and sent me tumbling into the water!" He explained, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin as he slowed to a stop. "It was crazy! I was sent barreling down the current, I almost was washed away but I used my sword to... Never mind it doesn't really matter! Point is I didn't realize you guys had such weather...Though I suppose it makes sense, that one forest has snow. I mean when you think about it that doesn-" He stopped his babbling as he felt the lingering chill in the air. It was enough to make him shudder.

"..."

He blinked, looking to Flowey and Sprite before cutting his gaze to the two newcomers. He realized he had somehow wandered into an uncomfortable situation of some sort and he was sort of at a disadvantage.

"...Is everything alright?"

He wasn't sure, but this cavern seemed kind of dusty...

The hapless adventurer that the Puck had been busily making fun of by pantomiming was none other than a certain 'Fake Hero' that the sunflower had introduced to this world. Luka, being as thick headed as he was, had no idea he was being followed. He instead found his sapphire gaze fixated on the beauty of the Waterfall. He trudged ahead, his leather boots squeaking and slipping (most likely much to Sprite's delight and amusement) on the damp ground as he tried to find the rendezvous the flower had set for him. He was sure that he could help a little guy like him. After all on one of his earliest adventures he had already faced dragons, vampires, nagas, and goblins (all of them were kids but still) this first adventure in this mysterious underground was probably going to be of the same caliber.

...Wasn't it?

The young man paused, crossing his arms and resting his fist on his jaw as he thought about his current situation. He was going to help a flower monster get some sunlight. It seemed simple enough but for some reason, his words 'beware the skeleton men' or whatever still rang in his head like an omen or something.

It was probably nothing.

Right?

The young man continued his trek, the golden streak passing him by without even so much as a blink coming from the hero. It wouldn't be long till he reached the flower.

 

"Is that...Music?" The 'Fake Hero' Luka uttered hearing the strange technobabble coming from the monster boy's boombox as he made his way into the sleepy town of Snowdin. It had only been a few hours since he was roused by the golden flower and told of the village. What he came to see was something he hadn't expected at the very least. A bundled up monster dancing with what he assumed was something like Promestein's Chimeras. The young man blinked a few times  before cracking a warm smile. With a laugh and a cheer he'd let out a few claps (that were muffled by his leather gloves) before giving one of the gold coins that was supposed to be used for his room and board to the duo.

"Your music is so unique! I've never heard anything like it, or...Well SEEN anything like that either!" He beamed, clenching his fists and resting them on his hips. The lavender haired boy seemed easily amused at the very least.