They pause, assessing whether or not this is the right Chara. And then they stay paused for a few more seconds, because their stomach seems to have been replaced with jello.
Frisk takes a deep breath, ambling over and putting the box down on the nearest table. It's a wooden thing, nothing fancy, but the stuff inside is fragile enough that they resist dropping it just to hear the thunk. The big thing covered with a bag with a strap is swung around to join it.
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Date: 2017-08-03 02:33 am (UTC)Frisk takes a deep breath, ambling over and putting the box down on the nearest table. It's a wooden thing, nothing fancy, but the stuff inside is fragile enough that they resist dropping it just to hear the thunk. The big thing covered with a bag with a strap is swung around to join it.
"Happy birthdays!"