Frisk makes a sad, strangled little noise in the back of their throat.
It's only a few seconds of staring before they're grabbing at the sudden dust, making another pathetic sound when their fingers close around grit and bone. "That's not--that's--why's it doing that?" Papyrus must not know, but they fling the question at him anyway, eyes wide and glassy with mounting panic.
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Date: 2016-10-23 10:22 pm (UTC)It's only a few seconds of staring before they're grabbing at the sudden dust, making another pathetic sound when their fingers close around grit and bone. "That's not--that's--why's it doing that?" Papyrus must not know, but they fling the question at him anyway, eyes wide and glassy with mounting panic.