[That's a yes in their tune if he's ever heard one. He clears a little space on the counter and sets the cup on it, upside down. He claps his hands, drums them on the cup, flips it over - a short, rhythmic pattern that he repeats a few times, listening for Frisk's reaction.]
[The song had swept the Agency when it was released, and they'd had a short competition for who could get the pattern down the quickest. Missy had smoked them all handily, but they'd all gotten it down one by one, and for a month plastic cups were for percussion instead of drinks.]
[It's been a while, but he's still got the pattern down. He pauses at the end and pulls another cup out of the cupboard, offering it to Frisk with a smile.]
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[The song had swept the Agency when it was released, and they'd had a short competition for who could get the pattern down the quickest. Missy had smoked them all handily, but they'd all gotten it down one by one, and for a month plastic cups were for percussion instead of drinks.]
[It's been a while, but he's still got the pattern down. He pauses at the end and pulls another cup out of the cupboard, offering it to Frisk with a smile.]
Wanna try?