Caution, most people would agree, is of utmost necessity when going outside as a wanted criminal.
Chara doesn't really feel like being cautious. They feel more like shoving the first person they come across headfirst into a snowbank. But they feel even less like getting locked up in a tower with their own thoughts for an indefinite period of time, which they've already learned is the price to be paid for underestimating the castle inhabitants. So they're doing their best to keep their moodiness in check, at least until they've managed to both stock up on paints and squirrel themselves away to their favored passageways.
The castle isn't helping, however. Apparently the most recent... incident, wasn't enough, because it's decided to further screw around with Chara by making a door that would normally lead in the direction of the tower with the art room lead into the castle gardens instead. It's probably for the best that they threw on some winter clothes before venturing on their quest.
(Not that they're totally prepared for the last of the winter- they're still in bare knees and loafers. But they at least have a shapeless coat hand-sewn out of some random curtains, along with the hat they found discarded in the library when that crocodile monster attacked.)
Chara plans on just a quick jaunt to the nearest door back inside, but the sound of unfamiliar voices catches their attention. They take a moment, silently debating the wisdom of discretion vs. reconnaissance, before quietly slipping forward, keeping behind the trees and bushes.
It doesn't take long before they find the source of the sounds. Peeking around the side of a tree they can see a frozen pond, and on that pond is a grown man skating about. Or trying to, anyway, in between arguing about said attempts with a white haired person in a tree.
There's also a small pile of ice skates next to the pond, which warrants a thoughtful look. Chara remembers the ballet shoes they used in the past- they don't really know how to dance properly but they liked those. And the blades attached are pretty attractive, the edge of them like a sweet promise. Except the man on the pond is having enough trouble staying balanced on them, and Chara isn't sure how ice skates are supposed to hold up off the ice. And anything that hinders their mobility isn't good.
(Chara's lingering there long enough that Jack or Kotetsu should be able to get a glimpse of a pale child's face if they bother looking over- although Chara's reflexes are still good enough that they'll immediately duck away if so.)
/late but kotetsu needs a chance to get his hat back
Chara doesn't really feel like being cautious. They feel more like shoving the first person they come across headfirst into a snowbank. But they feel even less like getting locked up in a tower with their own thoughts for an indefinite period of time, which they've already learned is the price to be paid for underestimating the castle inhabitants. So they're doing their best to keep their moodiness in check, at least until they've managed to both stock up on paints and squirrel themselves away to their favored passageways.
The castle isn't helping, however. Apparently the most recent... incident, wasn't enough, because it's decided to further screw around with Chara by making a door that would normally lead in the direction of the tower with the art room lead into the castle gardens instead. It's probably for the best that they threw on some winter clothes before venturing on their quest.
(Not that they're totally prepared for the last of the winter- they're still in bare knees and loafers. But they at least have a shapeless coat hand-sewn out of some random curtains, along with the hat they found discarded in the library when that crocodile monster attacked.)
Chara plans on just a quick jaunt to the nearest door back inside, but the sound of unfamiliar voices catches their attention. They take a moment, silently debating the wisdom of discretion vs. reconnaissance, before quietly slipping forward, keeping behind the trees and bushes.
It doesn't take long before they find the source of the sounds. Peeking around the side of a tree they can see a frozen pond, and on that pond is a grown man skating about. Or trying to, anyway, in between arguing about said attempts with a white haired person in a tree.
There's also a small pile of ice skates next to the pond, which warrants a thoughtful look. Chara remembers the ballet shoes they used in the past- they don't really know how to dance properly but they liked those. And the blades attached are pretty attractive, the edge of them like a sweet promise. Except the man on the pond is having enough trouble staying balanced on them, and Chara isn't sure how ice skates are supposed to hold up off the ice. And anything that hinders their mobility isn't good.
(Chara's lingering there long enough that Jack or Kotetsu should be able to get a glimpse of a pale child's face if they bother looking over- although Chara's reflexes are still good enough that they'll immediately duck away if so.)