There's a kick of discomfort in their chest. Simple orders, but orders, not...asking. Frisk guesses he might not be able to understand 'asking' right now, but that doesn't stop the feeling.
Their eyes dart between Runester and Gaster, reluctantly letting go. They're already strained, and if this copy can do it, fine. "To his room," they say, positioning themselves on one side of the wheelbarrow, Frisk on the opposite.
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Date: 2017-06-04 01:45 am (UTC)Their eyes dart between Runester and Gaster, reluctantly letting go. They're already strained, and if this copy can do it, fine. "To his room," they say, positioning themselves on one side of the wheelbarrow, Frisk on the opposite.