They probably should've figured it out. Still. It...hurts, to have heard it like that.
"...nope. Had help this time," they acknowledge, eyeing him critically. "Hope we can make friends. Still. Might not be easy."
Frisk's sentences are short and choppy; they don't quite realize it. Their sense of upset isn't just going away, but they don't know how to talk about it, and they don't know if they'd want to even if it was easy, surrounded by people who could eavesdrop even more.
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Date: 2016-01-31 10:29 pm (UTC)"...nope. Had help this time," they acknowledge, eyeing him critically. "Hope we can make friends. Still. Might not be easy."
Frisk's sentences are short and choppy; they don't quite realize it. Their sense of upset isn't just going away, but they don't know how to talk about it, and they don't know if they'd want to even if it was easy, surrounded by people who could eavesdrop even more.