It's... strange, being apologised to in such a way. It's strange, and they're not sure they like it. There's a little relief when the other moves on. Really, it was nothing. Just Chara jumping at shadows again.
They follow, but they step around the cello rather than over it - an old superstition; treat tools with respect. They make an odd choked barking noise when Frisk spins - the result of trying to not show an amusement they didn't expect or ask for.
They stand and listen to the scales, and then they carefully pull up a chair next to, but at a safe-feeling distance. They try to be quiet about it, but there's inevitable scraping, and their head is ducked the entire time. Don't mind them.
They sit onto it, and turn their head towards the other, before looking back down at the keys, cheeks red for what seems like the fifteenth time while they fuss with their sleeves. They're ready, but it's up to Frisk if they want to play more.
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They follow, but they step around the cello rather than over it - an old superstition; treat tools with respect. They make an odd choked barking noise when Frisk spins - the result of trying to not show an amusement they didn't expect or ask for.
They stand and listen to the scales, and then they carefully pull up a chair next to, but at a safe-feeling distance. They try to be quiet about it, but there's inevitable scraping, and their head is ducked the entire time. Don't mind them.
They sit onto it, and turn their head towards the other, before looking back down at the keys, cheeks red for what seems like the fifteenth time while they fuss with their sleeves. They're ready, but it's up to Frisk if they want to play more.