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[fulllifeconsequences]

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.]

[determinedest]

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.

[fulllifeconsequences]

[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?

[determinedest]

[Frisk simply grins wide.]

I'm allowed to have some secrets, aren't I?

[fulllifeconsequences]

[SQUINTING.]

What is that supposed to mean?

[determinedest]

You'll see!

[A cheerful chirp, possibly insufferably so.]

On the twenty-fifth.

[fulllifeconsequences]

Five days, and not a single hint?

Definitely make sure "waiting" isn't on that ridiculous cheer-up list of yours.

[determinedest]

[Frisk simply grins widely, and scrambles back onto their bed. Time to plan and plot and scheme.

Birthdays are serious business.]