It's a beautiful day--

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It's their birthday today.

They kind of wanted to do something for it--bake something, invite a few friends together to play a game, but they can't. They're still dealing with the aftereffects of being hideously sick, and can't help feeling too tired to do much.

That's fine. Nobody--well, almost nobody knows when it is besides them. And they sure don't look probably-eleven, they're still nine-sized...and that's thoughts for some other day.

Frisk's dragged a few giant cushions out into were the sun is, have a blanket to wrap around themselves, just in case. They'll spend the day (what's left of it; they woke up early afternoon) doing their best to just...relax.

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Frisk giggles, fast. They can see the edges of Chara's smile, and it's...weird, and doesn't look pleasant, but it's not fake. So it's still good.

It's several seconds before they can actually form coherent sentences again, peeking out from between their fingers. Their smile shrinks while they consider this. "Really? Mean--um. I'd like t' try it. 'F you wanted to." It might've been a joke, but music is serious business! And they have no idea what acapella means yet, so they're thinking of their piano.

Hmm. They played piano with Chara, and violin. Frisk isn't sure if they liked the latter, but...violins are portable, and that has something in the back of their head (the same thing that tells them they're this close to solving a puzzle) telling them to remember that too.

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They want the other to feel this happy for as long as possible - both of them do, again, in such a way they find themselves checking against merging, like a birb's rapid preening.

It started out as a joke, but it looks like a band is really happening now - Chara sends an image of Shyren to their Frisk and gets a return sort-of thumbs up.

"Well, they did suggest it." And Chara chose to relay it, so that means they agreed. Or something. "I demand at least fifty per cent of ticket sales." It's joking, they're still joking - determinedly keeping the mood up, because it seems to have been working so far.

If this does end up involving an actual concert in front of people they'll... well, they'd still do it, they made themselves an obligation. But it would not perhaps be enjoyed. Their Frisk mentally presses up against them, briefly. This only serves to cause some irritation with themself they refuse to show.

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It still sounds wrapped up in jokes. Frisk isn't going to expect anything, not for real. They're good with the piano and singing, but the playing needs improvement and their voice can still be strange sometimes if they don't do enough.

...besides, some people won't want to listen to a Chara sing, unfair as that would be.

They move on; just gotta keep playing along with the joke. "Sure! We should charge home cooking, too, 'stead of money."