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[determinedest]

You've reached Frisk. If I'm not answering my phone, please leave a message or find me on the second floor, Room 12.

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[fulllifeconsequences]

[They don't smile back. Don't know why. Is not smiling more or less sincere if you always have a smile on? If they don't feel like smiling, is that rudeness or honesty?

Whatever. Overthinking it. They stand up, return to their own bed.]

Lies and slander. I refuse to have my reputation besmirched so openly. I'm going to bed, or a reasonably sleepless facsimile thereof.

[determinedest]

Whatever you say, partner.

[But Frisk's smile definitely solidifies as they eat the slice of Butterscotch Pie.]