[Unexpected is one word. But it's not, really, unexpected. They'd made their opinions, since the last time they talked, quite clear, and whenever he's breached that gap, it's - it's always been him. Him reaching out. Him trying a little harder, because they're in a crisis, or because he just happens to be there. Happens to pick up on the knowledge of things he shouldn't know.
Can we talk?
They spend at least ten minutes with the phone on their lap, legs crossed as they sit on their bed, cross-legged, the room now slightly larger to contain a third such piece of furniture. It's wrong, probably, to feel a bit crowded, feeling like they're imposing on a state of affairs that should carry on without them. They spend ten minutes surveying the message with hooded eyes, trying to decipher the code and intent behind it.
In the end, they abandon the effort. Chara's better at interpreting him than Frisk ever was.
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Can we talk?
They spend at least ten minutes with the phone on their lap, legs crossed as they sit on their bed, cross-legged, the room now slightly larger to contain a third such piece of furniture. It's wrong, probably, to feel a bit crowded, feeling like they're imposing on a state of affairs that should carry on without them. They spend ten minutes surveying the message with hooded eyes, trying to decipher the code and intent behind it.
In the end, they abandon the effort. Chara's better at interpreting him than Frisk ever was.
Keep it simple, for now.
One word.]
Why?