The dog lets go, and Chara can drop the tinsel - only for it to turn and attack its owner.
(If there's something in Chara that's rooting for the dog, it's quickly snuffed out. That's not a nice thing to think, Chara.)
The dog tinsels off into the horizon, and Chara walks over to the fallen kid with a certain not-looking-forward-to-this reluctance.
"I am sorry," Chara tells the stunned kid, head ducked, attempt at smile on. They give a small, stiff laugh, rubbing the wound in circles with a thumb. "I must have provoked it."
They dither, just a bit, and then thrust out the non-bitten hand towards them, somewhat hoping they don't take the implicit offer.
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Date: 2017-01-09 11:23 am (UTC)(If there's something in Chara that's rooting for the dog, it's quickly snuffed out. That's not a nice thing to think, Chara.)
The dog tinsels off into the horizon, and Chara walks over to the fallen kid with a certain not-looking-forward-to-this reluctance.
"I am sorry," Chara tells the stunned kid, head ducked, attempt at smile on. They give a small, stiff laugh, rubbing the wound in circles with a thumb. "I must have provoked it."
They dither, just a bit, and then thrust out the non-bitten hand towards them, somewhat hoping they don't take the implicit offer.