While a hand laid on them was a rare sight to see, it's not like it didn't happen. They don't like to talk about it, not to strangers, not to people they don't trust to want to taunt them about it and spill it to everyone they know.
… this is a Frisk. This is them. They don't think that'll happen.
"okay." They don't sound like they believe them very much--they'll hold their skepticism, better than being disappointed too hard. They already know their parents aren't here, though. They would've found them by now.
Frisk shifts between their feet again, awkward, waiting, silent, a little expectant. They're not used to saying much in one go. They're not used to having a conversation open for them.
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Date: 2017-04-02 12:56 pm (UTC)While a hand laid on them was a rare sight to see, it's not like it didn't happen. They don't like to talk about it, not to strangers, not to people they don't trust to want to taunt them about it and spill it to everyone they know.
… this is a Frisk. This is them. They don't think that'll happen.
"okay." They don't sound like they believe them very much--they'll hold their skepticism, better than being disappointed too hard. They already know their parents aren't here, though. They would've found them by now.
Frisk shifts between their feet again, awkward, waiting, silent, a little expectant. They're not used to saying much in one go. They're not used to having a conversation open for them.
"sorry, i-if that was too much."