"You might break your legs," Frisk corrects. In their opinion, that'd probably be worse--hurting and not being able to walk and healing. Death would just be a few days of nothing and feeling too many things once they were back to their last SA--...once they were alive again.
Their eyes flick to the stairwell, and they breathe a short huff of a sigh out through their nose. They kind of want to stay, even if Chara lapsed into silence, they don't mind quiet--but. Tauriel wouldn't be happy about them being up here, they're sure. She might even try to argue with them, or ban them from ever trying again. They'd do it anyway if they wanted to, but it'd still be kind of frustrating to have to work around.
"Yeah. Guess not." They press their palms against the door, sort of dragging their way up until they 're standing in front of it and staring into the wood, as if they'll suddenly be able to see straight through it. "...Be seeing you?"
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Their eyes flick to the stairwell, and they breathe a short huff of a sigh out through their nose. They kind of want to stay, even if Chara lapsed into silence, they don't mind quiet--but. Tauriel wouldn't be happy about them being up here, they're sure. She might even try to argue with them, or ban them from ever trying again. They'd do it anyway if they wanted to, but it'd still be kind of frustrating to have to work around.
"Yeah. Guess not." They press their palms against the door, sort of dragging their way up until they 're standing in front of it and staring into the wood, as if they'll suddenly be able to see straight through it. "...Be seeing you?"