"Needles." Chara rolls the name around to memorise it, before glancing at Sparks as if forcing themself to stare against the urge to look away in case that provokes an attack. The pokemon looks like, well, a sorry dog, head resting on ground and eyes wider, and the similarity makes them snort despite themself.
Chara once more doesn't know Hush passed that little tidbit along, so they along with Frisk once more interpret it as directed towards themself, if bafflingly so. They glance from Sparks back up to bandanna-Frisk, taking one of the hands back to grab the frying pan resting against their side.
"It should make do as a shovel, in a pinch."
Their face is still a little heated, and they hate it. This is about their ingenuity in finding a substitute and not a failure on the part of their search, shhh.
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Date: 2017-03-08 09:09 pm (UTC)Chara once more doesn't know Hush passed that little tidbit along, so they along with Frisk once more interpret it as directed towards themself, if bafflingly so. They glance from Sparks back up to bandanna-Frisk, taking one of the hands back to grab the frying pan resting against their side.
"It should make do as a shovel, in a pinch."
Their face is still a little heated, and they hate it. This is about their ingenuity in finding a substitute and not a failure on the part of their search, shhh.