"...An' clean up, you're gonna stain your clothes," they add absently, losing some of their tenseness. Even though they won't care much, and that was kinda creepy. They will try to see them, and talk, later.
One chance. That's good. Better than none.
Frisk follows, slowly. Maybe a little less calmly now. Just a smidgen. One hand's on the railing too, but the other's by their side and shaking, now that it's free to. The adrenaline flooding in, or out, they dunno, they barely know what adrenaline is. Their throat's burning again.
"Chara--your voice," says Frisk, dropping down to their own usual quiet. They're not sure how to finish that sentence off. They don't mean the red voice, either, just--their voice, it's gone, and they're sad about that, but they haven't got much of a tone to convey that with right now.
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:'> and a lil bit of dissociation on their end to round things off
Date: 2016-11-28 11:44 am (UTC)One chance. That's good. Better than none.
Frisk follows, slowly. Maybe a little less calmly now. Just a smidgen. One hand's on the railing too, but the other's by their side and shaking, now that it's free to. The adrenaline flooding in, or out, they dunno, they barely know what adrenaline is. Their throat's burning again.
"Chara--your voice," says Frisk, dropping down to their own usual quiet. They're not sure how to finish that sentence off. They don't mean the red voice, either, just--their voice, it's gone, and they're sad about that, but they haven't got much of a tone to convey that with right now.