Trying not to SWOON instantaneously as Asgore take off his straw gardening hat to fan his face and I see his golden hair sway in the sunshine, running my hands all over Asgore's fluffy body to commit every millimeter of perfection to memory, going to a farm supply store with Asgore to shop for soil and various tool replacements while secretly thinking about which one would transform into the coolest one if he brought it into a dark world (besides a pitchfork, naturally)