They bow their head, apologizing in body language as well as voice. "Okay. I'm sorry." They're Frisk, they're supposed to be safe. (And usually are.)
The chimes are tapped another couple times, gently filling the room, and they nod. "Sure. I'm not good, though. You can sit next to me if you want to."
It's only a few strides and a careful step over a fallen cello to the nearest bench and piano. They thump down on it the wrong way around and spin on their butt, because they're Frisk, they're safe and a goof.
Carefully not watching what Chara chooses to do, they start off with just playing the scale, forwards and backwards a couple of times.
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The chimes are tapped another couple times, gently filling the room, and they nod. "Sure. I'm not good, though. You can sit next to me if you want to."
It's only a few strides and a careful step over a fallen cello to the nearest bench and piano. They thump down on it the wrong way around and spin on their butt, because they're Frisk, they're safe and a goof.
Carefully not watching what Chara chooses to do, they start off with just playing the scale, forwards and backwards a couple of times.