* Be quiet. Chara thinks to themselves, somewhat desperately. * We can't move our body.
Frisk's voice sounds wrong, they notice. They don't know why, and they can't ask before the voice on the other side of the door airily responds: "Oh, what a unique name." And something about the honeyed emphasis on unique makes it feel as though something slimy is crawling down Chara's neck and spine.
And then- one moment, nothing's there, and then the next, Chara's mother has clipped through the door like a video game glitch, no opening or closing necessary, and she's standing at the head of the table.
She's impossibly tall and smooth looking, with the tidiest hair and clothes, and she has a pair of luminous brown eyes that are big and round like an owl's, too big for her face. In her hands, she carries an empty wooden bowl. Frisk might notice the way that Chara shrinks back in their chair when they see it.
Chara's mother doesn't look at Chara, however. The first thing looks at Frisk, and specifically, Frisk's hands.
"Take that off," she says. "Chara, what have I told you about gloves at the table? It's not that hard to remember."
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Date: 2016-04-27 10:53 pm (UTC)Frisk's voice sounds wrong, they notice. They don't know why, and they can't ask before the voice on the other side of the door airily responds: "Oh, what a unique name." And something about the honeyed emphasis on unique makes it feel as though something slimy is crawling down Chara's neck and spine.
And then- one moment, nothing's there, and then the next, Chara's mother has clipped through the door like a video game glitch, no opening or closing necessary, and she's standing at the head of the table.
She's impossibly tall and smooth looking, with the tidiest hair and clothes, and she has a pair of luminous brown eyes that are big and round like an owl's, too big for her face. In her hands, she carries an empty wooden bowl. Frisk might notice the way that Chara shrinks back in their chair when they see it.
Chara's mother doesn't look at Chara, however. The first thing looks at Frisk, and specifically, Frisk's hands.
"Take that off," she says. "Chara, what have I told you about gloves at the table? It's not that hard to remember."