They saw the sweater's color and blurted the first thing that came to mind--it's not like they're the only Chara they've made friends with before, anyway. They can't be sure.
Frisk props their head up, resting their head on their hand, and elbow on the cushion pile 'floor'. "Still almost yours. You didn't have to get me stuff..."
They don't hesitate long in working it open with one hand, though, and they don't even start leafing through it before their eyes go wide. There's just a drawn picture on the top, they can tell there's more stuff under it, but they suddenly can't move enough to look through the rest.
"You didn't have to get me stuff," they repeat in a wobbly voice.
nbd~
Frisk props their head up, resting their head on their hand, and elbow on the cushion pile 'floor'. "Still almost yours. You didn't have to get me stuff..."
They don't hesitate long in working it open with one hand, though, and they don't even start leafing through it before their eyes go wide. There's just a drawn picture on the top, they can tell there's more stuff under it, but they suddenly can't move enough to look through the rest.
"You didn't have to get me stuff," they repeat in a wobbly voice.
They're smiling.
(They're also not answering that question.)