Frisk's puzzlement is diluted in Chara's contempt. Their voice is sweet as anything.
"I can assure you, the pleasure was mine."
He laughs, and they know that type of laughter and their back teeth grind to hear it. They shake their sleeve further down their arm and fastidioustly pick at that - they're not the only one who preens to distract. Too many similarities for their liking.
"Kindly take your breakdown elsewhere."
They wonder if it's possible to shatter the jar and take the soul - is it a soul? For all they know they do come in pink - and crush it. They take a step back, and then another, and then sit on the edge of the upturned table, head pointedly looking out the window, the motion-sensitive area of peripheral vision focused on him. They're sure they can move quick enough if he tries anything, again.
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Frisk's puzzlement is diluted in Chara's contempt. Their voice is sweet as anything.
"I can assure you, the pleasure was mine."
He laughs, and they know that type of laughter and their back teeth grind to hear it. They shake their sleeve further down their arm and fastidioustly pick at that - they're not the only one who preens to distract. Too many similarities for their liking.
"Kindly take your breakdown elsewhere."
They wonder if it's possible to shatter the jar and take the soul - is it a soul? For all they know they do come in pink - and crush it. They take a step back, and then another, and then sit on the edge of the upturned table, head pointedly looking out the window, the motion-sensitive area of peripheral vision focused on him. They're sure they can move quick enough if he tries anything, again.