They dodge the pear tree--it's not a big one, it's easy, though branch-tips snag a sleeve and break off too--and Frisk almost slips. They see a flower her shadow didn't touch, and even then bend to try to pick it, but then they're doubling over and shuddering hard.
She's pretty and sad and painful, static hissing through their ears and singing in their bones.
They cough once, and pink-tainted spit falls onto the grass, followed by their knees.
"Ow." It's a sound of surprise more than pain. They would've thought everything would've hurt back by the Cell, if it was going to. "What?" they ask, looking back up towards her.
u haven't been no worries!
They dodge the pear tree--it's not a big one, it's easy, though branch-tips snag a sleeve and break off too--and Frisk almost slips. They see a flower her shadow didn't touch, and even then bend to try to pick it, but then they're doubling over and shuddering hard.
She's pretty and sad and painful, static hissing through their ears and singing in their bones.
They cough once, and pink-tainted spit falls onto the grass, followed by their knees.
"Ow." It's a sound of surprise more than pain. They would've thought everything would've hurt back by the Cell, if it was going to. "What?" they ask, looking back up towards her.