Not that it's possible to sign while holding cloth, but Chara isn't particularly inclined to chat now either. Once he's on they begin pulling with a small noise of exertion. The cloth slides over rocks and flagstones, occasionally snags to a muttered curse from Chara, and slowly inches towards the Edge.
When they arrive, a slight mist is curling in the air. Chara drops the cloth unceremoniously and drops a loose stone over the Edge, like they do every time they arrive here. Maybe in a thousand years the Castle will be gone, unless those come back after three days too.
They move around the cloth so that he's facing them, and sign.
[We're here. Would you like to do the honors, or shall I?]
Frisk is a dark, stormy presence in the back of their mind.
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When they arrive, a slight mist is curling in the air. Chara drops the cloth unceremoniously and drops a loose stone over the Edge, like they do every time they arrive here. Maybe in a thousand years the Castle will be gone, unless those come back after three days too.
They move around the cloth so that he's facing them, and sign.
[We're here. Would you like to do the honors, or shall I?]
Frisk is a dark, stormy presence in the back of their mind.