...What happened? Was it an accident? Was it...not? They're pretty sure they wouldn't have gone with buttercups if it wasn't, they think distantly. But they're not going to ask.
(Yet.)
Instead they drop down too, crawling under the table again to re-emerge from the cloth just to settle next to Frisk-in-Chara's-body.
If they were just Frisk, they would've pulled them into a hug. As it is, they'll...be here. Next to them, if they want anything. Quietly.
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Instead they drop down too, crawling under the table again to re-emerge from the cloth just to settle next to Frisk-in-Chara's-body.
If they were just Frisk, they would've pulled them into a hug. As it is, they'll...be here. Next to them, if they want anything. Quietly.