Chara stares at the horseshoe that the other child is holding up, not sure what all the horseshoes are doing in the room either, or why it should even matter.
They don't say anything out loud, at first, settling for silently glaring at the other child who's looking at them so obliviously.
It's them, alright, not only the face but the voice- though it's a little strange to hear it like this, coming out of the child in front of them instead of a shared mouth. (One reason, among others, that Chara hadn't cared to speak much to the monsters while they were out and about: Their voice had never sounded quite right while they were using the other child's body.)
"Why..."
They lick their lips, and grip the handle of the knife tighter. "Why are we here? What did you do?"
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Date: 2016-02-09 06:16 pm (UTC)They don't say anything out loud, at first, settling for silently glaring at the other child who's looking at them so obliviously.
It's them, alright, not only the face but the voice- though it's a little strange to hear it like this, coming out of the child in front of them instead of a shared mouth. (One reason, among others, that Chara hadn't cared to speak much to the monsters while they were out and about: Their voice had never sounded quite right while they were using the other child's body.)
"Why..."
They lick their lips, and grip the handle of the knife tighter. "Why are we here? What did you do?"