Frisk hops to their feet. "Acceptable!" they mimic, smiling big.
They enthusiastically fling the bell ball towards the Edge--and it's then when Sparks finally strikes, arcing through the air in a green blur and snapping it in his jaws with a jingle and a crack. It's shiny and he likes it and it's his now, thanks.
Frisk sticks their tongue out at him for a moment, then seems to entirely forget what just happened and skips over to stand by Chara's side. "Your turn first," they inform them, pulling one of the discs out of their hands without sparing a thought about asking. They want to see what they can do!
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They enthusiastically fling the bell ball towards the Edge--and it's then when Sparks finally strikes, arcing through the air in a green blur and snapping it in his jaws with a jingle and a crack. It's shiny and he likes it and it's his now, thanks.
Frisk sticks their tongue out at him for a moment, then seems to entirely forget what just happened and skips over to stand by Chara's side. "Your turn first," they inform them, pulling one of the discs out of their hands without sparing a thought about asking. They want to see what they can do!