Chara flinches at the sound, but manages to catch one of the leaves drifting past them before it falls onto the floor. They slip it into their pocket for safekeeping, and shoot a wary glance at the needles that are all that remains of Frisk's hand.
(Rude, perhaps. But it's only natural; your leaves always fall out eventually.)
Their mother, in the mean time, looks stern. "You can't leave until you finish your plate," she says, then suddenly looks at Chara- the real Chara. "Both of you."
Chara manages not to jump in their seat, and gives her a jerky nod. When they look back at their dish, the small green plants are starting to bloom with yellow blossoms.
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Date: 2016-07-09 07:19 am (UTC)(Rude, perhaps. But it's only natural; your leaves always fall out eventually.)
Their mother, in the mean time, looks stern. "You can't leave until you finish your plate," she says, then suddenly looks at Chara- the real Chara. "Both of you."
Chara manages not to jump in their seat, and gives her a jerky nod. When they look back at their dish, the small green plants are starting to bloom with yellow blossoms.
* Not this again...
They risk a peek at Frisk; what did they get?