Frisk quiets, turning their head around enough that their hair whips. The door? There's something important behind that door, they're sure, but what?
They put a hand up to their own face, a curled finger resting on their chin in perfectly puzzled gesture. They take no notice of the fact their hand is encased in the Tough Glove, now.
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Date: 2016-03-21 10:17 pm (UTC)They put a hand up to their own face, a curled finger resting on their chin in perfectly puzzled gesture. They take no notice of the fact their hand is encased in the Tough Glove, now.