"Frisk." It's still so weird that they can say that, and monsters just accept it, so they lay a firm emphasis on it in case the human decides that can't be right.
And it's good hair, Brent.
Frisk slowly lolls their head to the side, looking him up and down with lidded eyes. "You're really yellow," they say, apropos of nothing in particular. It really does seem to be the main colour going on, almost blindingly so. They haven't learnt of soul colours yet, so they can't mentally link it to justice, but it is somewhat interesting to them.
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Date: 2017-03-08 09:01 pm (UTC)And it's good hair, Brent.
Frisk slowly lolls their head to the side, looking him up and down with lidded eyes. "You're really yellow," they say, apropos of nothing in particular. It really does seem to be the main colour going on, almost blindingly so. They haven't learnt of soul colours yet, so they can't mentally link it to justice, but it is somewhat interesting to them.