At least bitty Frisk is being sincere about it. "The--oh, yeah, the--the--the swellin'." They're still giggling.
They unceremoniously fling themselves off the counter, sending a dishcloth flying. "Gotsta get that stuff off!" Frisk kneels and beckons, and it's with much less reluctance that Sparks comes to them. He really does want this stuff off.
They go for the ornaments first, 'cause those probably hurt. And they hurt Frisk--every hook they grab sends out a buzz and a few electrical sparks around their fingers, and after three they've got to blink away tears again.
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Date: 2017-01-16 02:25 pm (UTC)They unceremoniously fling themselves off the counter, sending a dishcloth flying. "Gotsta get that stuff off!" Frisk kneels and beckons, and it's with much less reluctance that Sparks comes to them. He really does want this stuff off.
They go for the ornaments first, 'cause those probably hurt. And they hurt Frisk--every hook they grab sends out a buzz and a few electrical sparks around their fingers, and after three they've got to blink away tears again.