Chara clamps their hands over their ears, teeth gritted. Fine. So that's not going to help. They turn away from the human with a huff. They untie their shoelaces, take off their shoe, and taking a run up, wing it at the canine silhouette. Given they're a scrawny preteen, it's anyone's guess if that actually hits or gets lost over the edge.

When they put their foot back down into a puddle, they are filled with Immediate Regret.