The tingling spreads from their tongue down, over skin and through their throat and deeper than they can--should--feel.
It's. A little much.
Maybe it's more than just sharing.
They stop chewing and hold their arms out, staring, waiting to see if...if... something'll happen. Something breaking out of their skin, or breaking into their bones...but it seems to be nothing. Just a feeling.
Frisk shivers and takes a deep breath--which is a bad decision, since a bit of unchewed pear shoots down their throat and needs to be coughed out onto the grass and stones, and that's gross.
A normal kind of gross, though.
"Could...never? Touch them?" Frisk asks when they can breathe again, and their voice barely wavers.
kinda short whoops
It's. A little much.
Maybe it's more than just sharing.
They stop chewing and hold their arms out, staring, waiting to see if...if... something'll happen. Something breaking out of their skin, or breaking into their bones...but it seems to be nothing. Just a feeling.
Frisk shivers and takes a deep breath--which is a bad decision, since a bit of unchewed pear shoots down their throat and needs to be coughed out onto the grass and stones, and that's gross.
A normal kind of gross, though.
"Could...never? Touch them?" Frisk asks when they can breathe again, and their voice barely wavers.