Toriel lets out a shaky breath and leans forward to press their foreheads together. "You know," she says with a small laugh, trying to sound casual but failing miserably, "we should probably clean up this mess..." She gestures vaguely at the mess they've made on the floor around them as Aoma chuckles and nods in agreement.

As they slowly pull apart, both of them are acutely aware of how different their relationship feels now. It's not just that they've crossed a line;

it's as if everything has shifted around them, like the world has been turned on its head. But despite this newfound uncertainty, there is also an undeniable sense of rightness to it all. They might not know exactly where they go from here, but for now, they are content to simply be together.

Toriel smiles up at Aoma and reaches out to take his hand, squeezing it gently. "Come on," she says with a tired laugh, "let's get cleaned up before someone sees us like this."