determinedest: (* You hum a farewell song.)
* Despite everything, it's still you. ([personal profile] determinedest) wrote2016-02-01 10:14 pm
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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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didntknowbest: (I could not save even one child)

[personal profile] didntknowbest 2016-06-22 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
It is late- having me barging in on them now, unprovoked as far as they know could be... uncomfortable for them, I think.

I will talk to Asriel later. For now, you can go ahead and keep messaging them- allow them to sleep if they need be.

[Toriel pauses as she looks down at Chara clinging to Frisk's hand. Had considered offering a hug, but... don't want to force Chara to choose between her and their friend.]

You can take as long as you need to think about it, Chara. I will help in any way that I can.
fulllifeconsequences: (* Monsters won't hit you as hard.)

[personal profile] fulllifeconsequences 2016-06-22 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
[One hand in Frisk's, the other clutching their phone. Keeps them from reaching for a Locket they have no right to cradle, no right to be grounded by. Remember to breathe. Breathe. Don't be the least chill person in the room. Don't be crazy, Chara.]

...You're right. It's a pretty unreasonable hour of the morning. Let's make breakfast, shall we?

[There. Nice and calm. Doubt they'd get any knife duty, but it wouldn't be so bad to get a few things out of their system cracking eggs or... or maybe they could knead bread dough until their arms are sore.

Deep breath. Hold, count to three, release. They let go of Frisk's hand, shuffle to Toriel. ...Immediately look back at Frisk.]

Do you want to come with...? Or... or see if Asriel's... um. You're safe for him. He feels like you're safe.
determinedest: (* But it's not funny.)

[personal profile] determinedest 2016-06-22 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe, but...

[They glance furtively in Toriel's direction, as if asking her permission. They'd understand, after all, if she wouldn't feel safe having them around her child.

But they squeeze Chara's hand a little tighter, just for a moment, a brief little pulse of comfort.]

You guys can go make breakfast, if you want. I can make sure, he's...

[They bend, scoop up the remains of the bike lock and twist it between the fingers of their free hand.]

I mean, we could always give him this?
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