Standing in the middle of the room, Kris looks at Frisk and the rug under their feet and then the cage, still covered by the blanket. There's a faint red glow from underneath it. Amazing.
Their hands clench at their sides once, twice, three times before Kris brings them up to sign in return. "It's not mine. Dunno whose it is. D'you want it?" They grin, a little stiff. "Comes with free possession."
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Date: 2019-09-05 12:15 am (UTC)Sigh.
Standing in the middle of the room, Kris looks at Frisk and the rug under their feet and then the cage, still covered by the blanket. There's a faint red glow from underneath it. Amazing.
Their hands clench at their sides once, twice, three times before Kris brings them up to sign in return. "It's not mine. Dunno whose it is. D'you want it?" They grin, a little stiff. "Comes with free possession."