Caught Red-Handed [Closed log to systemicsupport]

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There's someone quietly padding through the Castle halls late at night, in a green and yellow sweater. You'd be forgiven for thinking it's one of the Charae, since that would be technically true. But it's Frisk at the helm of this one. They've just left the kitchen they met Kalak in, and there's a sense of muted urgency to their movements.

They need to find S-4 before Chara wakes up.

They'd ask their mom, but they're pretty sure she's not here anymore and also sure she'd ask too many questions and get angry about any answer. Angry on their behalf, but still angry. It's better this way.

They don't know what room he's in - Sans didn't tell them, and both they and Chara forgot to ask their other self, and they're mentally kicking themself for not finding out sooner, but they think he'd definitely be inside in this hour, which narrows things down a little.

They occasionally open doors at random as they go. Someone's not getting a lot of sleep tonight.

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There's no pain; in fact, it diminishes as the bruise shrinks and fades under the radiance of green. They don't sigh in relief or anything so evident - Frisk in pain looks very much how they do when not in pain. But there is the smallest crinkling to their eyes that suggests happiness - once more a reassurance. They're not mad, see? It doesn't hurt, see?

They gently turn it over back and forth in his touch, just to show it's gone. He did it, and no harm came of it. They're not melting or dusting. They don't pull it back until and unless he lets go of his own accord.

"Thanks, S-4," they say and they try to put as much warmth in their words as possible. It's not hard - they really are very relieved by this. "Sorry for um. Waking you up," they repeat. Now that the urgency has faded, they're suddenly more aware that they just kind of... barged in here without a lot of thought.

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S-4 does notice that crinkling, and he provides the sigh of relief. Apparently whatever magic he could offer was enough, and didn't provide them any pain. They still look like a normal human. It should be fine...

He still checks their arm over for any other injuries, but after a few moments, he reluctantly lets go and offers a nervous little smile.

"You're welcome," he says softly. Not that he should really be thanked. "A-And it's okay. As long as Serif didn't wake up, I don't mind. I'm just... glad you trusted me."