Some days later, if Frisk has gone back to the room, the noise will have attracted a somewhat-musician, and a very dead one at that.
Rose stumbles in looking far beyond worse-for-wear. She looks like a corpse. She is a corpse. She doesn't huff or wheeze despite the seemingly considerable effort it took to get here. Her bones are clearly visible, her hair is a mess that falls over her face, and she turns her sunken and glassy eyes to the clattering chimes.
It's strange that they're moving despite the lack of indoor wind. She thought there'd be someone here. She doesn't think much of it, though, just watches them dingle. It's a song. She's always loved songs.
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Date: 2018-10-02 01:34 am (UTC)Some days later, if Frisk has gone back to the room, the noise will have attracted a somewhat-musician, and a very dead one at that.
Rose stumbles in looking far beyond worse-for-wear. She looks like a corpse. She is a corpse. She doesn't huff or wheeze despite the seemingly considerable effort it took to get here. Her bones are clearly visible, her hair is a mess that falls over her face, and she turns her sunken and glassy eyes to the clattering chimes.
It's strange that they're moving despite the lack of indoor wind. She thought there'd be someone here. She doesn't think much of it, though, just watches them dingle. It's a song. She's always loved songs.