"Being tall would be nice..." Frisk is mostly thinking of how tall their mom and dad are, and very carefully avoiding the pothole of a thought of whether their brother would have reached similar height.
Frisk's face slowly produces a crooked smile. "Yeah!" They start casting about, but they don't want to use the pieces of wrapping paper for this, not after they were reacted to with that much reverence. They grab a cushion and balance it perfectly on Chara's head after some wobbling, and even manage to make a slight nod, arms and legs crossed. "We need hats," they declare. It's a party after all.
Their body language shifts a little as Chara reaches up and puts a second cushion on top. "Happy birthday, Frisk," they say with the faux-imperious gravity of someone who knows how absurd it is to be that serious with two brightly coloured cushions balanced on a head.
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Date: 2017-05-04 10:56 pm (UTC)Frisk's face slowly produces a crooked smile. "Yeah!" They start casting about, but they don't want to use the pieces of wrapping paper for this, not after they were reacted to with that much reverence. They grab a cushion and balance it perfectly on Chara's head after some wobbling, and even manage to make a slight nod, arms and legs crossed. "We need hats," they declare. It's a party after all.
Their body language shifts a little as Chara reaches up and puts a second cushion on top. "Happy birthday, Frisk," they say with the faux-imperious gravity of someone who knows how absurd it is to be that serious with two brightly coloured cushions balanced on a head.