It seems very abrupt and confusing to Kotetsu. Still, after he thinks about it for a minute, maybe Frisk just already knows Barnaby and likes them a lot. That makes perfect sense. Barnaby is pretty cool.
But at this dire report of possible activities, he sighs in mild frustration and resignation.
"Man, everybody keeps telling me that this place isn't a school. But it sure acts like a school. There's nothing to do besides eat lunch and read books." And he is still very much of the impression that only Smart Kids like Chara and Barnaby like to read books. Kotetsu is not a Smart Kid.
He locks his hands behind his head and stares thoughtfully up at the ceiling. "It's even too cold to go play by the lake. And I've only got the one action figure that 'Masa got me." He rummages around in his pocket, pulls out the little capsule figure, and shows it to Frisk where it nestles safely in its plastic bubble. The figure is small and crudely painted, maybe an inch or an inch and a half high. It probably portrays some kind of comic book character.
After a moment, he stares at it thoughtfully. Kotetsu can be creative, he supposes...
"What kind of games do you like? Like...pretend games?" he asks hopefully.
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Date: 2017-03-21 02:35 pm (UTC)But at this dire report of possible activities, he sighs in mild frustration and resignation.
"Man, everybody keeps telling me that this place isn't a school. But it sure acts like a school. There's nothing to do besides eat lunch and read books." And he is still very much of the impression that only Smart Kids like Chara and Barnaby like to read books. Kotetsu is not a Smart Kid.
He locks his hands behind his head and stares thoughtfully up at the ceiling. "It's even too cold to go play by the lake. And I've only got the one action figure that 'Masa got me." He rummages around in his pocket, pulls out the little capsule figure, and shows it to Frisk where it nestles safely in its plastic bubble. The figure is small and crudely painted, maybe an inch or an inch and a half high. It probably portrays some kind of comic book character.
After a moment, he stares at it thoughtfully. Kotetsu can be creative, he supposes...
"What kind of games do you like? Like...pretend games?" he asks hopefully.