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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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[determinedest]

[He's definitely not okay. He's the furthest thing from it. Sloppy writing, not just in his deliberately casual sense, but dropped punctuation, scrambled words.

There's the guilt again, writhing uncomfortably in their gut. They're pressing and pressing and he's said no.]

I can't promise that Chara and Asriel won't have questions. They already do. And I think they know more than I do.

But I can meet if you want.

[punful]

chara too?

did asriel talk to them already?

[Holy shit it's not often that things get away from him so quickly. Actually that's a lie. Things are always getting away from him.]


when and where

[determinedest]

I don't know about that. Chara knows more about the way things...work back home than I do. They've been around longer.

[system_information_962. They throw numbers and words like that around, drop them in conversation like Frisk should understand. And they tickle, tingle, like static shearing through the skull. Like answers to questions they shouldn't have thought of in the first place.]

I can be ready now. I'd say the diner but Chara likes to go there sometimes, and you probably want this to be private. People in general seem to be kind of paranoid I guess.

[Maybe since that whole "spy" business cropped up. They haven't really had the time to pay attention.]

[punful]

[After awhile,]

roof.

it's sunset.

[determinedest]

[Ha...high places. They'd nixed the option of leaping off, because falling isn't fun for anyone, even when you're waiting for the moment when you hit the ground. Chara had agreed.

Whatever. It means they're not likely to be bothered, which is the important thing.]

I can be there in ten.

[punful]

see ya