[Chara hacks wetly and spits a gob of blood on the floor, head and hair hanging down, unresisting to being pulled downwards by the other Chara's clenching up save for maintaining their bulldog grip without thought. Their own ears are ringing loudly, but undamaged. They've always been able to deal with their own noise better than other's. Not that anything like this has ever happened before.
Their shoulders shake. Laughter. It's just air.
'I don't what.' they say. Mouth. It's just air.
Their eyes widen. They lift their head and glare down at Frisk instead, smile curdling on their face. Looks like, regardless of their personal wishes, option two is no longer available.
...If they tossed the other Chara down the stairs right now, they'd just cannon into the Frisk. Not ideal.
Cut them open it is, then. They can have a matching scar if nothing else. They whip the knife away, a sharp quick motion with meaning plain and the stairs-Frisk as the recipient - go away - before bringing it back up towards the other-Chara's neck to prepare to slash.]
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Fortunately Frisk has scored enough +ve CR points it'd take them REALLY getting in the way
Date: 2016-11-28 03:06 am (UTC)Their shoulders shake. Laughter. It's just air.
'I don't what.' they say. Mouth. It's just air.
Their eyes widen. They lift their head and glare down at Frisk instead, smile curdling on their face. Looks like, regardless of their personal wishes, option two is no longer available.
...If they tossed the other Chara down the stairs right now, they'd just cannon into the Frisk. Not ideal.
Cut them open it is, then. They can have a matching scar if nothing else. They whip the knife away, a sharp quick motion with meaning plain and the stairs-Frisk as the recipient - go away - before bringing it back up towards the other-Chara's neck to prepare to slash.]