Their mouth's open, rows of fangs glinting, to try asking another series of possibly-nonsensical questions--and then they hear mom and stuff's moving fast and the door opens.
Toriel. Been a long time since they saw her. Any her. This'd be nice under different circumstances.
Frisk yanks the basket up in front of their face, which hides their mouth and some of their eyes. Not enough to hide their view of Toriel and her face, to see if she's going to freak out. Last thing they need, but they can bolt and regroup if they have to.
"...Hi," they say. It's all they can get out without their voice doing something weird.
Can't think of any conversation topics now, anyways.
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Date: 2019-09-04 08:18 pm (UTC)Toriel. Been a long time since they saw her. Any her. This'd be nice under different circumstances.
Frisk yanks the basket up in front of their face, which hides their mouth and some of their eyes. Not enough to hide their view of Toriel and her face, to see if she's going to freak out. Last thing they need, but they can bolt and regroup if they have to.
"...Hi," they say. It's all they can get out without their voice doing something weird.
Can't think of any conversation topics now, anyways.