Tempting and tricking, evil. Frisk looks...a mixture of amused and bemused. "Sounds Dark. That's a Type," they add, before they forget.
They're interrupted by Needles suddenly flying their way, something shining in her mouth. Look look look! Frisk crouches and takes a glittering stone from her jaws, heedless of the mud.
Needles allows them to admire it for about three seconds before snatching it back and zagging over to Chara. Look look look lookit!
They stand again. "I don't think I'm that. I've never trained a Dark-type. I don't think I have a connection. I'm not from 'Hell'." Frisk is completely earnest here, with the word 'hell' said a touch slowly as another word they've never heard. They wipe their muddy hand on their thigh. "Just Mauville. Are you a demon?"
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Date: 2017-05-29 01:20 pm (UTC)They're interrupted by Needles suddenly flying their way, something shining in her mouth. Look look look! Frisk crouches and takes a glittering stone from her jaws, heedless of the mud.
Needles allows them to admire it for about three seconds before snatching it back and zagging over to Chara. Look look look lookit!
They stand again. "I don't think I'm that. I've never trained a Dark-type. I don't think I have a connection. I'm not from 'Hell'." Frisk is completely earnest here, with the word 'hell' said a touch slowly as another word they've never heard. They wipe their muddy hand on their thigh. "Just Mauville. Are you a demon?"