Try being the operative word, here. They might've had some progress in pushing him, at least, but mostly they just got all their hands filthier.
A splinter scrapes Frisk's palm, drawing a line of pink. They whip their hand back, since he's sort of like liquid and they're human and there's an instinctive fear of being dangerous, even if that doesn't make sense.
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Date: 2017-06-05 07:11 pm (UTC)Try being the operative word, here. They might've had some progress in pushing him, at least, but mostly they just got all their hands filthier.
A splinter scrapes Frisk's palm, drawing a line of pink. They whip their hand back, since he's sort of like liquid and they're human and there's an instinctive fear of being dangerous, even if that doesn't make sense.
"Good?" they ask in a slightly strangled voice.