Chara waves dismissively at them. Don't thank them. No really, don't.

They look towards where the second stick still protrudes, but make no move to take it out, instead motioning for bandanna-Frisk (Bandisk? No.) to give them the first. The strange texture of the blood is something they want to check. A confirmation of the senses, as is often required.

And a sort of dual-split shadow. One of those impulses that's as much their Frisk as them for unknown reason. The kind Chara hates and Frisk ignores.