Circling? 'Again', they assume, but Frisk doesn't have time try for any more clarification.
Sparks has had enough of this, jolting and quickly rolling to his feet, enough to buffet Frisk to the side--they've got enough of a grip on the first stick that it doesn't slip from their fingers, but actually finally exits the wound.
He takes a jump to the side, away from the humans both and growling an exasperated note. Done. The other stick's still hanging from inside his skin, but far less deeply than the first.
Frisk sighs. "Can't leave that there," they tell him before their eyes slide back to Chara.
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Date: 2016-12-22 11:36 pm (UTC)Sparks has had enough of this, jolting and quickly rolling to his feet, enough to buffet Frisk to the side--they've got enough of a grip on the first stick that it doesn't slip from their fingers, but actually finally exits the wound.
He takes a jump to the side, away from the humans both and growling an exasperated note. Done. The other stick's still hanging from inside his skin, but far less deeply than the first.
Frisk sighs. "Can't leave that there," they tell him before their eyes slide back to Chara.
They stare awkwardly for a moment. "...Thanks."