Their blurry gaze slides over to the talking shape over them. Their thoughts are cotton wool. Their movements are twitchy and fumbling as they take the berry purely by reflex - aftereffects of being rammed by what is effectively a living taser.
And then two realisations kick in.
One, that's a human. Right up close in their personal space. Second, that's the lightning dog, also right up in their personal space.
They, to politely put it, flip out, scrambling away as much as their numb, lagging muscles allow. Their head throbs madly when they smack it back against the wall.
They stare at the dog, keeping a wary eye on it, and then back to the human - the Frisk, maybe? There's similarities. They glare at them and then down at the fruit in their hand, ripping a piece off and throwing it at them.
Prove it's safe. They don't trust people at the best of times, but especially not after getting trounced by their... pet? Companion?
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And then two realisations kick in.
One, that's a human. Right up close in their personal space. Second, that's the lightning dog, also right up in their personal space.
They, to politely put it, flip out, scrambling away as much as their numb, lagging muscles allow. Their head throbs madly when they smack it back against the wall.
They stare at the dog, keeping a wary eye on it, and then back to the human - the Frisk, maybe? There's similarities. They glare at them and then down at the fruit in their hand, ripping a piece off and throwing it at them.
Prove it's safe. They don't trust people at the best of times, but especially not after getting trounced by their... pet? Companion?