Frisk stares up at him with an utterly neutral expression - not quite defiant, because open defiance ends... poorly, but definitely a stonewalling of that doubt they hear in the tone in which it's said. That's right. Frisk is their name. Their name is Frisk. Is there a problem?
Well met, he says, and he sounds a little like he's from and old movie or book, just as their parents do, and it's a little jarring. The odd clothing fits this, though.
"Well met," they reply in return, and it's with a nod of Absolutely Seriousness, somewhat clearly put on. Look at them, puffing themself up with a nod.
"D'you wake up here?" they ask, because they've lost quite a few of their fucks. They don't know why they're not in the Underground anymore, and maybe it's the same for other people here - they've settled down enough to make enquiries about it, having found their brother.
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Date: 2017-03-19 12:42 am (UTC)Well met, he says, and he sounds a little like he's from and old movie or book, just as their parents do, and it's a little jarring. The odd clothing fits this, though.
"Well met," they reply in return, and it's with a nod of Absolutely Seriousness, somewhat clearly put on. Look at them, puffing themself up with a nod.
"D'you wake up here?" they ask, because they've lost quite a few of their fucks. They don't know why they're not in the Underground anymore, and maybe it's the same for other people here - they've settled down enough to make enquiries about it, having found their brother.