Silence stretches on. Frisk's bare feet slowly descend until they're resting on the floor, and they don't take their eyes off Chara for an instant. They're not even blinking.
Why?
Why are you being so nice to me?
They don't like that memory filling in what they're trying to ask. Even if they think that might be right, and they shiver.
"Did you get hurt?" they ask instead, first, and they punctuate it by slipping all the way off the bed and onto stone. "That...that sounded...bad."
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Date: 2017-02-12 10:00 am (UTC)Why?
Why are you being so nice to me?
They don't like that memory filling in what they're trying to ask. Even if they think that might be right, and they shiver.
"Did you get hurt?" they ask instead, first, and they punctuate it by slipping all the way off the bed and onto stone. "That...that sounded...bad."