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What? No they don't!

[They got chocolate ice cream the date they came here. They asked for cocoa after they died. Was that enough of a tell? Did Max tell Souji tell everyone else, arrive at the shared consensus that Chara liked a thing? Or did Frisk go and blab?]

Nobody else saw the chocolate in Toriel's fridge. Nobody else knows I have a stash here. Nobody else ever heard me say no chocolate.

[Right? They're feeling embarrassed, they think - their face is feeling hot - but they can't even begin to guess why this is embarrassing.]

You're always carrying those bars around like we're gonna have a chocolate shortage at any minute!

[Maybe it was subtle at first, but they know quite a few people who happen to be more observant than either of them give them credit for.]

Our friends have eyes you know.

Since when were they "our" friends?!

[Chara rolls over again. This time, flipping onto their stomach so they can bury their face in their arms. They can duck behind their bangs or wear an inscrutable smile or use deceptive words all they like, but there's no undoing the tell of a far-too-rosy face.]

That's just - it's for emergencies. It's normal to keep something to eat in your inventory, right?

There's no escaping it. You've made friends.

[They say it teasingly, but they are honestly a little proud of the fact that, yes, whether Chara likes it or not, the Pines twins have more or less ended up as friends for both of them. And Papyrus, but Papyrus is everyone's friend.]

Not everyone has an inventory in their world!

Sure they do. They just call it pockets.

[Or purses, or backpacks, or whatever. It's easier to talk about than friends. Chara doesn't want to talk about friends. Chara can't understand anyone calling them a friend, Chara just starts to get uneasy about how inevitable hurting anyone who calls them a friend feels, Chara thinks it would be both smarter and safer to just opt to not feel anything about the matter.]

I know! You're just kind of...a little more obvious about it.

[Frisk hasn't forgotten Chara literally trying to shove stuff down their shirt for safekeeping.]

That's not a bad thing, you know. It means people will know what to get you.

[Chara is subtle and also a genius. How dare. They prop their face up on their elbows, look over out of the corner of their eye. Another of those sharp, sideways little looks, another bright smile.]

A little less optimism, a little more realism. Nobody's going to get me anything. I didn't even know when my alleged birthday was going to be until a few minutes ago. How would anyone else?