Frisk was just passing by--had passed by, already pretty far down the hall away from the tower--but all that horrible noise sent them running back.
Their head pokes through the door, tilting as they glance around quickly.
...An angel? A not-very-graceful angel. Huh.
They suppose they should try helping, but they're not sure how. They step inside the room anyway, since just walking away right now would probably be rude.
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Date: 2016-01-06 06:39 am (UTC)Their head pokes through the door, tilting as they glance around quickly.
...An angel? A not-very-graceful angel. Huh.
They suppose they should try helping, but they're not sure how. They step inside the room anyway, since just walking away right now would probably be rude.