"Partners." Chara's tone is flat and skeptical as they look back towards Needles's industrious mud-smushing (something that looks more inviting than it should - but they're not going to do that in front of someone they're still not on more than gauging terms with).
It's flat and skeptical and with the faintest trace of biteless warning, but it's also, for now, acquiescent. Chara hasn't actually... come across any indication of discomfort from the pokemon, and so the topic is backed off on, if not forgotten.
They have no idea who Maud is - she must be one they haven't seen before. They make a point to avoid people as a general rule, so that's not as much of a surprise as it could be.
*It's not going to do anything!
There's a fundamental error in your reasoning, Frisk, they think, and it's that they have any ulterior goal here other than a fight. They smile at the bandanna'd Frisk, suppressing the neon fluttering in their chest as they say the word.
"Certainly."
Lock it in.
*Chara, I'm in here too!
Their smile doesn't slip sideways, but it does plasticise a little. However, they're not exactly someone to go back on their word, and they can feel their mind shifting into higher gear until something (maybe something feeling a little stolen but how can that be right) clicks.
"However, not at this time. I will notify you. I came here to garden, and I plan to garden."
They swing the pan in their hand for emphasis. An answer that doesn't require conceding ground, and more importantly, allows for a match to occur whenever Chara is next alone.
ok so lemme know if you are okay with a fight this went where i wasn't but should have been expectin
It's flat and skeptical and with the faintest trace of biteless warning, but it's also, for now, acquiescent. Chara hasn't actually... come across any indication of discomfort from the pokemon, and so the topic is backed off on, if not forgotten.
They have no idea who Maud is - she must be one they haven't seen before. They make a point to avoid people as a general rule, so that's not as much of a surprise as it could be.
*It's not going to do anything!
There's a fundamental error in your reasoning, Frisk, they think, and it's that they have any ulterior goal here other than a fight. They smile at the bandanna'd Frisk, suppressing the neon fluttering in their chest as they say the word.
"Certainly."
Lock it in.
*Chara, I'm in here too!
Their smile doesn't slip sideways, but it does plasticise a little. However, they're not exactly someone to go back on their word, and they can feel their mind shifting into higher gear until something (maybe something feeling a little stolen but how can that be right) clicks.
"However, not at this time. I will notify you. I came here to garden, and I plan to garden."
They swing the pan in their hand for emphasis. An answer that doesn't require conceding ground, and more importantly, allows for a match to occur whenever Chara is next alone.
Frisk buries unseen head in hands.