Oh no oh no oh oh okay, they're not dead or anything, but what's going on. Frisk is shaking against their fingers. It kind of hurts where they're holding. They don't care about that.
Their head tips forward. It's hard to stop coughing when they can't calm down. Way too much just happened in the last thirty seconds than they can fully process. They were never supposed to leave, a SOUL is to live, how and why the hell did they do that.
They do manage it, after a horrible time that feels like hours but is probably about a minute. By the time they can look up to stare at Kris wildly, the white around Frisk's gold irises are shot utterly pink.
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Date: 2019-09-04 11:57 am (UTC)Their head tips forward. It's hard to stop coughing when they can't calm down. Way too much just happened in the last thirty seconds than they can fully process. They were never supposed to leave, a SOUL is to live, how and why the hell did they do that.
They do manage it, after a horrible time that feels like hours but is probably about a minute. By the time they can look up to stare at Kris wildly, the white around Frisk's gold irises are shot utterly pink.