They reach out to grab the second stick--Sparks jumps away further. "Really?"
They shift to kneel again, then to stand, not touching the ground with their hand. There's plenty of red that soaked through the bandanna against their skin, and they idly think they should go out to clean it off. The thunder's quieted, but rain's still slapping against the windows.
Ah. Other kid wants their stick back? They aren't sure why, but it's theirs, so Frisk hands it over easily before turning to him again--who also jumps again. "Sparks--" He starts padding away.
Seems they've got a little chase to do. Alright, then--they follow.
The red clings to any surface it's on, Chara's hands included. Smells weird.
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Date: 2016-12-23 09:08 pm (UTC)They reach out to grab the second stick--Sparks jumps away further. "Really?"
They shift to kneel again, then to stand, not touching the ground with their hand. There's plenty of red that soaked through the bandanna against their skin, and they idly think they should go out to clean it off. The thunder's quieted, but rain's still slapping against the windows.
Ah. Other kid wants their stick back? They aren't sure why, but it's theirs, so Frisk hands it over easily before turning to him again--who also jumps again. "Sparks--" He starts padding away.
Seems they've got a little chase to do. Alright, then--they follow.
The red clings to any surface it's on, Chara's hands included. Smells weird.