Most of that doesn't mean much to them, though Frisk's stare naturally settles on the bit of sword they can see. Right, someone maybe-dangerous. Maybe more dangerous than they need right now, they can't stop a blade if he decides using it.
There's that whole book-by-its-cover thing, but monsters are usually actually nice. It's the humans that tend to just look nice, and get too scared to stay that way for long.
...Only those are red eyes. Red eyes, they've noticed, are usually bad news for the people with the eyes--and he's trying to be nice, he's showing his hands, but that doesn't necessarily mean a lot, they don't trust (they don't care, they bet they can't hurt this one much no matter how angry they get).
They scrabble for a reason to do something besides being mad, being scared, being sick and settle on they're helping protect their friends. At least...they can give this person a test at how he might deal with the castle's strangeness and monsters.
Frisk scrubs their face again until they don't feel too much wetness left and slip out, padding up to the sitting human. Too close, maybe, on purpose. Their nose is a little messed up from all that crying, and there's something from too far back in their memories for them to properly place anymore; still, they catch something clinging to him.
* Smells like storms.
"You--you're new," they say, flat, and they make sure to show their maw full of fangs that definitely should not be in a human's face. (They might've even pulled their raggedy green scarf down to show their throat if there was still a scar, but that's been gone for a long time, and they're not gonna pull up their shirt to show the ones on their belly from antlers. That would just look ridiculous, not creepy.)
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Date: 2018-03-16 07:50 pm (UTC)There's that whole book-by-its-cover thing, but monsters are usually actually nice. It's the humans that tend to just look nice, and get too scared to stay that way for long.
...Only those are red eyes. Red eyes, they've noticed, are usually bad news for the people with the eyes--and he's trying to be nice, he's showing his hands, but that doesn't necessarily mean a lot, they don't trust (they don't care, they bet they can't hurt this one much no matter how angry they get).
They scrabble for a reason to do something besides being mad, being scared, being sick and settle on they're helping protect their friends. At least...they can give this person a test at how he might deal with the castle's strangeness and monsters.
Frisk scrubs their face again until they don't feel too much wetness left and slip out, padding up to the sitting human. Too close, maybe, on purpose. Their nose is a little messed up from all that crying, and there's something from too far back in their memories for them to properly place anymore; still, they catch something clinging to him.
* Smells like storms.
"You--you're new," they say, flat, and they make sure to show their maw full of fangs that definitely should not be in a human's face. (They might've even pulled their raggedy green scarf down to show their throat if there was still a scar, but that's been gone for a long time, and they're not gonna pull up their shirt to show the ones on their belly from antlers. That would just look ridiculous, not creepy.)