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castle_perrault2017-01-23 10:59 pm
dustless) wrote in castle_perrault2017-01-23 10:59 pm
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Sock Slip
The Castle has variation in everything.
Most of the halls have floors of stone, but not all. Some have an unspecified sort of tile, shining and smooth.
There’s one set of four, arranged in a perfect square. They just finished breakfast when the castle decides to let them out into those hallways instead of the ones they’d come from when they’d stepped into the kitchen a little while before.
“The floor’s really shiny,” Chara comments. “I bet someone put a lot of work into washing it.” Frisk is a bit quiet, and doesn’t seem to mind Chara talking, so they’ve gotten into the habit of making little observations about the castle. They slip their hand out of Frisk’s and kneel down to brush their fingertips against the floor.
“Castle magic? It’s...nice...to clean up after everybody’s messes.”
“Oh! It’s cold too.” They slide their fingers up and down a tile. “And sort of slippy? It’s like ice.”
Frisk kneels beside them, testing it with a matching motion. ”Yeah, it is. Better than the stuff outside on the ground, though,” they add. They do like dressing up in different clothes, but they’re not quite as fond of having to dress up in so many layers at once and then have to wriggle out of it all to rest by the fireplaces. Besides, most of the ice outside’s covered in snow and slippy in a way that can be unpleasantly unexpected.
Chara turns their head to the side, giving Frisk a considering look. “I bet if I took my shoes off and ran really fast… I bet I could slide further than you.”
Frisk tilts their head back, pulling an overlong sleeve down over their palm and running their hand over it again. It moves smoothly.
They look back at Chara, grin slowly spreading over their face and an extra flood of warmth growing in their chest. ”You really think so?” They balance themselves on their hands and shoot their legs forward so they’re sitting rather than kneeling. ”We’re only gonna know ‘f we try it, right?” they go on, unlacing their shoes.
Chara chirps out an enthusiastic “Yeah!” and flops back onto the floor to join Frisk in wrestling off their shoes.
That’s precisely what anyone that happens to stumble across that square of halls will find--a pair of children racing sliding laps around the whole thing, giggling and calling encouragement and maybe some silly taunts to each other.
And Chara’s usually winning.
Most of the halls have floors of stone, but not all. Some have an unspecified sort of tile, shining and smooth.
There’s one set of four, arranged in a perfect square. They just finished breakfast when the castle decides to let them out into those hallways instead of the ones they’d come from when they’d stepped into the kitchen a little while before.
“The floor’s really shiny,” Chara comments. “I bet someone put a lot of work into washing it.” Frisk is a bit quiet, and doesn’t seem to mind Chara talking, so they’ve gotten into the habit of making little observations about the castle. They slip their hand out of Frisk’s and kneel down to brush their fingertips against the floor.
“Castle magic? It’s...nice...to clean up after everybody’s messes.”
“Oh! It’s cold too.” They slide their fingers up and down a tile. “And sort of slippy? It’s like ice.”
Frisk kneels beside them, testing it with a matching motion. ”Yeah, it is. Better than the stuff outside on the ground, though,” they add. They do like dressing up in different clothes, but they’re not quite as fond of having to dress up in so many layers at once and then have to wriggle out of it all to rest by the fireplaces. Besides, most of the ice outside’s covered in snow and slippy in a way that can be unpleasantly unexpected.
Chara turns their head to the side, giving Frisk a considering look. “I bet if I took my shoes off and ran really fast… I bet I could slide further than you.”
Frisk tilts their head back, pulling an overlong sleeve down over their palm and running their hand over it again. It moves smoothly.
They look back at Chara, grin slowly spreading over their face and an extra flood of warmth growing in their chest. ”You really think so?” They balance themselves on their hands and shoot their legs forward so they’re sitting rather than kneeling. ”We’re only gonna know ‘f we try it, right?” they go on, unlacing their shoes.
Chara chirps out an enthusiastic “Yeah!” and flops back onto the floor to join Frisk in wrestling off their shoes.
That’s precisely what anyone that happens to stumble across that square of halls will find--a pair of children racing sliding laps around the whole thing, giggling and calling encouragement and maybe some silly taunts to each other.
And Chara’s usually winning.
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What happened with theirs? Why don't they see their Frisk on the island? They're aware their Asriel is here, but...
They're not jealous--okay, maybe a little. But they do feel a little sad.
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Gives them time to puff out "There's another Chara friend around there! I'm gonna say hi." There's an implicit but you don't need to if you don't want that they may or may not catch.
They pick up their pace until they're back, dramatically dropping to slide on their knees, too, and halting a few feet ahead of them. "Hello!" Their smile is a little small. Frisk can't know their exact thoughts, of course, but they still suspect it's hard to watch. But they are watching. "How're you?"
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Then Frisk speeds up and Chara has to hustle to catch up with them.
They slide over to where Frisk is kneeling, sit down, and roll onto the floor next to them. The tile feels nice and cool, especially since they've warmed up from sliding around. They lie there huffing in air while watching Frisk and the Other Chara.
They don't really feel like chatting with Other Chara but since Frisk is gonna talk to them, they might as well wait.
"We were racing," Chara says, in between pants, "I'm winning. So far."
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They're not up for conversation with the other Chara either, but Frisk looks like the happiest they've been for a long time. They didn't want to interfere with that by being too sour to their double. There's something about this particular Chara that's familiar, but they couldn't place their finger on it.
"I haven't found mine yet, assuming I ever see them again."
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Their eyes snap up to the older Chara, subtly shaking their head and hoping they get don't pursue this out of it. They're reasonably sure which Chara this is by now, and they don't want anyone being nasty to them thanks to...old grudges.
"Don't think so. But I'm glad the castle got me to meet them!"
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"Um. I don't know," they say, truthfully enough. They don't quite understand this business with the Other Charas and Other Frisks and Other Worlds, honestly, and have just been taking the bits of info they're given at face value. "How're you supposed to know if a Frisk is yours?"
The comment from Frisk earns a bashful grin from Chara.
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"That's a good point." Chara answers. "It's safe to say the only people we're certain about are ourselves. I suppose it can't hurt to be friends with more than one Frisk. They seem to have that charm about them, no matter where they're from."
So this is what they look like when they smile... a genuine smile. A small one of their own curves from their lips at their younger self in what they hope is encouragement.
"I'm glad you two are having fun."
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"I never woulda thought to race, it was their idea. Do you want to race too?" They pause, exaggeratedly staring at their legs. "You're older, though. Taller. Prob'ly faster..."
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They mimic Frisk's considering look. "The starting line is where our shoes are," They volunteer, pointing in the direction of said shoes.