The papers are lifted so gently, it looks completely absurd.
Here in the castle, Frisk's gotten two gifts before.
Their scarf is one--worn and tattered along the ends in spite of their initial attempts to be careful, but obviously well-loved. Grune doesn't seem upset when she sees it, at least. The other is a kite, handmade by Serif and (S-4) Papyrus--if anyone else had seen them holding it for the first few months of having it, they would've seen the same near-reverence.
All of them made things for Frisk, with their own hands. Maybe they should be saying something, but then they're entirely certain they'll tear up if they try. Nobody needs that right now.
They're still just as touched by the rest of the presents, even if they were things already in the castle. The singing book is paged through with massive grin, and the crayons are rolled between their fingers and delighted in. They've found paint before, but sparingly, and nothing beats just being able to draw things on paper.
Frisk ends up sitting in a semicircle of gifts, smiling so hard their face aches.
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Date: 2017-03-30 09:27 am (UTC)Here in the castle, Frisk's gotten two gifts before.
Their scarf is one--worn and tattered along the ends in spite of their initial attempts to be careful, but obviously well-loved. Grune doesn't seem upset when she sees it, at least. The other is a kite, handmade by Serif and (S-4) Papyrus--if anyone else had seen them holding it for the first few months of having it, they would've seen the same near-reverence.
All of them made things for Frisk, with their own hands. Maybe they should be saying something, but then they're entirely certain they'll tear up if they try. Nobody needs that right now.
They're still just as touched by the rest of the presents, even if they were things already in the castle. The singing book is paged through with massive grin, and the crayons are rolled between their fingers and delighted in. They've found paint before, but sparingly, and nothing beats just being able to draw things on paper.
Frisk ends up sitting in a semicircle of gifts, smiling so hard their face aches.
"Thank...thank you. Really, really thank you."