It's a strange music, but it's still their song, even with two voices at once, and another not matching along with it with me instead of Frisk.
Frisk's already replaying the scene in their head as soon as the last word ends, though they also bury their face in their hands and slides down a little. They're actually blushing, and for once it's bright enough to see.
They're just...so happy. Elated. They want to--no, they're going to remember this forever and ever; the first time someone sang at their birthday, the first time one of their most hurt friends looked genuinely happy too.
"Thanks," they say again. There's a touch of a squeak in there. "Really...really good."
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Date: 2017-05-29 06:30 am (UTC)Frisk's already replaying the scene in their head as soon as the last word ends, though they also bury their face in their hands and slides down a little. They're actually blushing, and for once it's bright enough to see.
They're just...so happy. Elated. They want to--no, they're going to remember this forever and ever; the first time someone sang at their birthday, the first time one of their most hurt friends looked genuinely happy too.
"Thanks," they say again. There's a touch of a squeak in there. "Really...really good."