In truth, the smell of fizzled robot bits was familiar enough that it didn't really register. They do come closer at Frisk's acknowledgement; they'd mostly been concerned that their appearance might startle them, and also unsure if Frisk would interpret them coming too close when there was loot at stake as something aggressive. Guardian's made that mistake before, thanks.
"No," they say, shaking their head. "Not mine." They cast an eye over the scrap left in the crate, and the bundle nudged safely out of the way. "If it's anyone's, it's yours now." They gesture to the sprite(?) Frisk is holding so carefully, as if to say 'help yourself'.
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Date: 2018-08-03 09:46 am (UTC)"No," they say, shaking their head. "Not mine." They cast an eye over the scrap left in the crate, and the bundle nudged safely out of the way. "If it's anyone's, it's yours now." They gesture to the sprite(?) Frisk is holding so carefully, as if to say 'help yourself'.