Right Where it Belongs

❀  [ Anon ] remarked to Chara:

*Points at Chara* Smol floofy. :3

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❀  [ @mischievousmallow​ ] approached Chara:

"Hey Chara, I learned something interesting we can try!" He doesn't wait for a response and climbs them before settling down

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    THEY DO NOT react verbally to their brother clambering up to their shoulder. Instead, they simply adjust their balance accordingly to ensure he doesn’t fall off ( though it does not take much adjustment to account for his weight ). The mention of ‘something interesting’ causes a subtle perk of their ears.

“Do it, if you can’t drink a REALLY BIG GLASS, you lose“

❝Oh, you’re on. There’s only a couple questions... first, what’re we betting? It’s not much of a loss if I don’t lose anything. And second...

...

Aaron sighed in relief! He did know (or at least, feel) that Frisk was a good kid, but being that patient did bring a grin to his face.

“Aw, ya mean it? Here I thought you’d be too busy fer the likes of us, kid! I guess that means it’s too late ta treat ya to Grillby’s, huh? …Did ya really walk through the cold of Snowdin dressed like that again?”

    FRISK SMILES WIDE, planting their hands on their hips!

❝Too busy for you guys?? Nah, never!! If anything, we’ve gotta hang out more. I’ll keep more in touch! It’s never too late t’ do somethin’ fun! Unless, yknow, Mom says so. Then it’ll have to be like, the day after.❞

    They mean it, too! They don’t really know too much about Aaron... but why keep it that way? More friends mean more fun! At Aaron’s question, their confident stance does not change.

     the vast emptiness of castle town’s least inhabited western border isn’t a place kris visits often. not out of fear or negative association, mind. simply the lack of need you place in its scenery. nothing to really interact with anymore, after all; as it is, it holds no use on your playthrough.

     not the case today! alone for the moment, they find themselves wandering off for their own fun. instead of fun is a person, instead. lightner? human? a flicker of something else, but that’s gone, and the human is here ever-still, calling out, even. 

     who are they to ignore the call, delta warrior they may be? you may be.

     you or them, kris approaches from the shadow to this somewhat-smaller person and waves, metal clinking as their gauntlets move for the motion.

    OH. ADMITTEDLY, THEY hadn’t expected to receive an answer at all... and even less so from another human. Heck, they hadn’t even known other humans were down here ( had they seen this one before...? ). Were they able, they would probably be embarrassed to have had their performance witnessed...

    Oh well. Surprise evident by the lift of their brows, they return the wave before fastening their wand to their side.

❝Uuh, Heyo!! Guess I’m not crazy, this time! Nice to meet’cha! And, uh, sorry for the noise... or, were we bein’ loud?? I couldn’t actually tell!❞

    It seems that this human, in contrast to Kris, seems to favor talking a mile-a-minute. Tentatively, they take a step closer.

“Don’t hold your breath on the last one. Unless you want to hold it forever! In fact I have the perfect idea for the next step! A little something special juuuuuust for you! Would be rude of me not to give a gift to my future ‘bestie’ after all.“

Said gift was unsurprisingly, his usual bullets. Or, well, ‘friendliness pellets’ as he called them.

    OOPS. FRISK IS far too close to properly get out of the way of all of the pellets, and ends up taking a couple to the face amid their scramble backwards.

[16/20]

    Ow. Still, they manage a little smile despite the sting.

    CASTLE TOWN; A slowly-flourishing little respite for displaced Darkners... It was a quiet place for certain, with many residents of various shapes and sizes going about their days in relative peace. As the common masses roamed about and kept to the central plaza, there was a good portion of the town that was left dark. Emptier. And it’s in one of these typically quiet and empty corners that Frisk, for a fleeting moment, had finally caught up to the one darkner they’d been searching for.

    ... Emphasis on had. What Frisk had intended to be a legendary duel to reclaim their soul had moreso ended up a dizzying haze of trying to keep track of their opponent while fumbling ( and missing ) most of their spells... but worst of all is that it only takes one second, a fraction of a moment to look over their shoulder at the sound of someone approaching, for the darkner to disappear off into the dark entirely.

❝Aw, c’mon!!! I almost had you!!! Uuugh...❞

    Huffing in mild frustration, Frisk, kicks idly at the ground in front of them... before remembering exactly what had distracted them in the first place. Cautiously, they turn to gaze off vaguely behind themself.

FRISK

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CHARA

“Oh I know. It makes me interesting. And I’m not done messing with someone as interesting as you anyways!”

Who would come back here? And why would it be so sudden- The footsteps were nothing he recognized… The sound, the weight it carried- or… lack thereof? Far too light for his expectations. Hm. Flowey really couldn’t think of any monster that quite fit any of that.

Curiosity battled with the annoyance of being bothered. For now the latter won out, opting to move as far away from the strange footsteps as possible. Perhaps in the now abandoned city parts of the ruins, he could avoid being bothered. The place was practically a maze anyways.

Maybe it was someone unfamiliar with the ruins? Many monsters had never even been here with the door being originally one-way. At least among the twisting and winding pathways, no one would be able to really bother him.

    FOR A BRIEF moment, the footsteps slow and falter, laced with the clear hesitation of someone who’s path was not determined by chance... rather, it was moreso as if whoever was walking out there was following something. Some sort of map perhaps?

    ... That is, a map that ( judging by the change in direction the sound takes after he’s moved ) seems to have Flowey set as the destination.

“Have fun with that. I don’t plan on making it easy!“

❀  [ Anon​ ] asked Frisk:

Hey Frisk, what if we were friends adn we h.... h eld hAnd s

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❝Sounds like someone doesn’t know that we’re already holding hands!!❞

He leans down to the teen and offers them a fistbump! Aaron’s chest is puffed all the way out.

“HEH! Feels ‘bout that much, don’t it? We think we’re stickin’ round Waterfall fer the time bein’, but who’da thought you’d actually turn back ‘round after all that, huh?”

He smiles sheepishly.

“…Sorry some of m’magic smacked ya, by the way. You here on business, Mx. Ambassador?”

    FRISK RETURNS THE fistbump ‘enthusiastically’, sporting an unshaken sort of smile before placing their hands on their hips.

❝Heheh! Nothing me an’ a Sea Tea can’t handle! Or y’know. Two of ‘em if I haven’t slept all that well or something. It’s all cool! No hard feelings!❞

    ‘No hard feelings’, indeed... for a moment, they can’t help but wonder if there would have been... Ah, but that’s a thought for another time! At the question of business, Frisk adopts their own ‘sheepish’ expression.