Well. They kind of do need to sit on him, if they're not just going to be pacing alongside him--they really should've took the time to pull the rest of the loose splinters out.
They exchange a look with their other self, simultaneously shrugging and clambering up. It may help is better than nothing.
Frisk settles cross-legged onto his...stomach? Place where a human's stomach would be. (And Frisk sits on where his legs should be, facing away. Their face might bother him.)
"Gaster. We're going to your room right now," they tell him. "D'you still have those pictures?"
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Date: 2017-06-04 02:23 am (UTC)Well. They kind of do need to sit on him, if they're not just going to be pacing alongside him--they really should've took the time to pull the rest of the loose splinters out.
They exchange a look with their other self, simultaneously shrugging and clambering up. It may help is better than nothing.
Frisk settles cross-legged onto his...stomach? Place where a human's stomach would be. (And Frisk sits on where his legs should be, facing away. Their face might bother him.)
"Gaster. We're going to your room right now," they tell him. "D'you still have those pictures?"