Chara's back teeth grind at the double's unmissable words, and their hackles rise. Once more, dodging what really happened. What kind of them doesn't own the terrible things they do?
They don't respond, save for flipping the bird in their general direction. They don't look back at them, and so don't see the parting sign. They force their shoulders down, and take another step, grip tightening on the banister. They refuse to let that to be a mark on them, an aversion to stairs of all things. They were fine chasing them up, dammit.
*Just breathe.
Exhale. Another step, focused on their feet. They're hyperaware of the other Frisk's presence behind them, neck prickling, so much so they almost miss the words. They give a sharp shake of the head and an exhalation, pointing up and then jabbing down at the bottom of the stairs with their free index finger. At the bottom, when they're not so busy making sure they get there. They don't want to sign with one hand.
The bottom of the stairs comes both lightning-fast and agonisingly slowly, and Chara doesn't even wait for the other Frisk to get off them before turning to them.
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They don't respond, save for flipping the bird in their general direction. They don't look back at them, and so don't see the parting sign. They force their shoulders down, and take another step, grip tightening on the banister. They refuse to let that to be a mark on them, an aversion to stairs of all things. They were fine chasing them up, dammit.
*Just breathe.
Exhale. Another step, focused on their feet. They're hyperaware of the other Frisk's presence behind them, neck prickling, so much so they almost miss the words. They give a sharp shake of the head and an exhalation, pointing up and then jabbing down at the bottom of the stairs with their free index finger. At the bottom, when they're not so busy making sure they get there. They don't want to sign with one hand.
The bottom of the stairs comes both lightning-fast and agonisingly slowly, and Chara doesn't even wait for the other Frisk to get off them before turning to them.
[Their hearing.]
What about it?