The bowl lands on the floor near the cupboard and Chara crouches down to retrieve it, and thus almost totally misses the sound of Frisk's voice- the other child is so quiet that they aren't sure who or what they heard, if anything.
Still, they carefully turn around and narrow their eyes at the little gap under the door. It's not big enough to let much more than drafts through- but it is big enough that they think they can see feet moving there, and they're certain it isn't Tauriel.
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Date: 2016-04-25 02:43 pm (UTC)Still, they carefully turn around and narrow their eyes at the little gap under the door. It's not big enough to let much more than drafts through- but it is big enough that they think they can see feet moving there, and they're certain it isn't Tauriel.
"Who's there?" they demand.