They freeze for a heartbeat, a flash of guilt flaring in their chest, along with a rough cough. It's shaken off with a single jerk of their head. They're not doing anything wrong, looking through stuff. Even taking stuff.
Although--Frisk looks back at them, hands wrapping gingerly around the robot-thing. (To them, Guardian seems to be keeping themselves a little too far away. Maybe they caught the hot scent. Though they seem a little too nice to keep from telling Frisk if they think they might get hurt.)
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no prob time is FAKE
Date: 2018-07-19 09:49 am (UTC)Although--Frisk looks back at them, hands wrapping gingerly around the robot-thing. (To them, Guardian seems to be keeping themselves a little too far away. Maybe they caught the hot scent. Though they seem a little too nice to keep from telling Frisk if they think they might get hurt.)
"...'S not yours, is it?"