"Sorry 'bout waking you up," Frisk says as the door closes - it's in a low quiet voice, almost automatic and clearly prepared beforehand by the way it just runs out and somewhat over the other's panic. They have to switch tracks suddenly, blinking at S-4.
"Bleed... ing?"
They look at their wrist, gripped by their other hand as soon as the task of opening the door was complete. Bright red is seeping through their fingers - too colourfast to be blood, and a little too viscous. Some of it peels off and splats onto the floor, where it evaporates, and pain starts to seep back in where it leaves the hand-shaped bruise. Kalak's magic is wearing off.
Frisk wipes at it with Chara's sweater, smearing it in the weave. Maybe that wasn't the best idea. They look back at S-4 and try to reassure.
"It's okay. Really. Um, remember me?" They're a little loathe to reveal themself, but they don't want Chara to ask questions about what happened here, so they remain as noncommittal as possible. "You helped me when I was... melting."
Hopefully the drip of dissipating determination doesn't bring up bad memories there.
frick sorry i should have specified the injury
Date: 2017-05-11 02:31 am (UTC)"Bleed... ing?"
They look at their wrist, gripped by their other hand as soon as the task of opening the door was complete. Bright red is seeping through their fingers - too colourfast to be blood, and a little too viscous. Some of it peels off and splats onto the floor, where it evaporates, and pain starts to seep back in where it leaves the hand-shaped bruise. Kalak's magic is wearing off.
Frisk wipes at it with Chara's sweater, smearing it in the weave. Maybe that wasn't the best idea. They look back at S-4 and try to reassure.
"It's okay. Really. Um, remember me?" They're a little loathe to reveal themself, but they don't want Chara to ask questions about what happened here, so they remain as noncommittal as possible. "You helped me when I was... melting."
Hopefully the drip of dissipating determination doesn't bring up bad memories there.