Good thinking, there. A half-awake Chara and a hug would not have gone down well at all, even with Frisk's personal craving for physical comfort. Instead, they wordlessly lean into the other, shoulder to shoulder, slow enough that if this isn't wanted their other self can easily pull away.
Chara's hands are slipped back into their sweater sleeves, and the fold of one is held over their eyes as their shoulders quietly shake, sounds choked off before they can fully escape. They don't want to ruin the party. Everyone else is having fun. It'd be rude to make them stop just on Frisk's account.
It's all hitting them at once. They never got a chance to really, properly mourn; back in the Underground it was one thing after another, infinite tasks and distractions to avoid thinking of it, beyond a moment in the Void. Here, it seems that's finally run out.
"He... I..."
Their voice is thick and wavering. They swallow, and stop. They really want a hug right now. They want mom's warm, soft embrace, or dad holding them close. Gentle, he always was so gentle. They want their brother's, given when he couldn't think of anything else because hugs were supposed to make people not so sad, right?
Crybaby, says Chara, and nothing else. They sniff snot back up into their nose.
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Date: 2016-11-19 01:00 am (UTC)Chara's hands are slipped back into their sweater sleeves, and the fold of one is held over their eyes as their shoulders quietly shake, sounds choked off before they can fully escape. They don't want to ruin the party. Everyone else is having fun. It'd be rude to make them stop just on Frisk's account.
It's all hitting them at once. They never got a chance to really, properly mourn; back in the Underground it was one thing after another, infinite tasks and distractions to avoid thinking of it, beyond a moment in the Void. Here, it seems that's finally run out.
"He... I..."
Their voice is thick and wavering. They swallow, and stop. They really want a hug right now. They want mom's warm, soft embrace, or dad holding them close. Gentle, he always was so gentle. They want their brother's, given when he couldn't think of anything else because hugs were supposed to make people not so sad, right?
Crybaby, says Chara, and nothing else. They sniff snot back up into their nose.
"Sorry," they whisper, to both.