sorry for the silence yet again folks but i bought pokepika a few days ago despite knowing how quickly i hyperfixate on things and boy did i hyperfixate on this game fast
y’all ever think about how after everything frisk has gone through in the underground, magic could very possibly be a trigger for them?
like. i don’t think they can be in the vicinity of someone using / exerting magic without feeling — physically, cognitively, and emotionally — that they’re going to die. or at least be seriously hurt. because lbr, eight year olds don’t have the best coordination and frisk got hurt a lot during their battles. and they might not remember dying ( though they did that a lot, too! ) but they certainly remember being beaten to an inch of their life again and again and again.
♥ – A romantic hug
☺ – A friendly hug
♫ – A hug while dancing
✉ – A hug goodbye
ღ – A hug in greeting
❣ –A hug after being separated
✪ –A sleepy hug
✢ – An awkward hug
♢ – A familial hug
⊗ – A quick hug
☄ – A long hug
✾ – A passionate hug
☀ – A hug from behind
▲ – A surprise hug
☑ – A polite hug
✸ – A bear hug
✚ – A hug while cuddling
‽ – A hug around the waist
♠ – A squeezing hug
❋ – A silent hug
♣ – A spinning hug
i was just going to have this explained somewhere in frisk’s bio pages but since i’m slow af and haven’t even written up half of what i’ve needed to, i’ll just dump the explanation here in this post! so uhh retrograde amnesia is a thing frisk has at the very beginning of their journey and you bet your right foot that it’s a thing they got from their fall into the underground! they can’t remember anything prior to their unfortunate fall, basically --- save for memories of implicit nature ( e.g. understanding and using learnt languages ) and super vague, super intense feelings about things that they just “know” ( e.g. they know that they’re human as well as what a human is, they know the sky is blue, they know they can’t talk very well verbally and so don’t even try, etc. ).
it’s why they’re so chill with everyone just calling them whatever they so desire; i.e. “human”, “my child”, “kiddo”, “darling”, etc. they can’t remember their name so it’s not like they can go “no don’t call me that i have a name :\” lmao.
it’s also why they’re so dang trusting. why they’re so willing to SPARE rather than FIGHT. why they’re so quick to call toriel “mẹ ( aunt-mother )” just because she reminds them of their own mother, why they’re so obedient to people they barely know ( tbf this is smth that was beaten into them so ). everybody is a friend until proven otherwise. ( it’s actually a lot more complicated than that but i’ll talk about their feelings on that in a later post. )
they slowly regain their memories as they make their way through the underground. i don’t have specific “points” at which they do yet but like....that crowning moment where they introduce themself as frisk to asriel? also the same moment they actually remembered their names haha. most, if not all ( depends on the verse ), of their memories will have returned to them by the end of it all.
* you try talking to the dummy.
… it doesn’t seem much of one for conversation.
[ it’s quipped from where they are, standing behind them. if toriel can’t hear them, maybe it’s a waste of time talking at all, but they need to do something. at least it’s toriel who found them. she helped chara, after all. ]
[ a few minutes later has them staring incredulously at their mom as they walk away, leaving the child seemingly alone in the ruins. was she crazy? ]
[ of course, they end up walking away from the spot. they’re a kid, after all. they approach one of the froggits, which only speaks in a low croaking, a few patterns. chara again, isn’t sure if it will even help, but it might do the human some good to actually know what the monster is saying. ]
* excuse me, human.
i have some advice for you about battling monsters.
if you ACT a certain way or FIGHT until you almost defeat them …
they might not want to battle you anymore.
if a monster does not want to fight anymore, please …
use some MERCY, human.
ribbit.
[ they translate it as the frog croaks out. they did grow up here after all. the last noise, for all they could tell, was just a ribbit. maybe it was just for emphasis or something. ]
[ they suppose all they can do is wait to see what the child does next. an odd sort of protectiveness rises in their chest. they hate humans, especially after the plan failed. but - children are different. ]
nobody will be there when they turn around. it’s something even a kid like them should understand by now — what with the countless times they’ve looked over their shoulder only for their hopeful gaze to catch on nothing — yet they find that they can’t help swivelling their head about whenever the voice that is not theirs pipes up. and they’re aware that the voice is not theirs. they’re aware that these thoughts are someone else’s. because for all that they’ve forgotten about themself, about who they are and what they’re called and where they came from and why they’re here, there’s a very small, very loud part of them that still remembers how they think. that still remembers what they know.
( they can’t make sense of the scrawling ‘pon the ruin walls. they can’t make sense of the comments ‘pon the plaques and signs. it’s strange and confusing and just a tad bit unsettling, but the words are read and made sense for them anyway. )
in the wake of the silence that follows mẹ’s departure, they wonder if the voice is real. if it actually exists. no one else seems to hear it, after all, and they have to wonder if it’s all in their head. if they’re perhaps—…something. wrong? no, that’s not the right word. broken? yes, but that’s not the right word either. there’s a specific word for that something; a word they can’t remember but are oddly sure they’ve heard before many, many times.
they start wandering before they can dwell on the thought any further, driven mostly by restless unease but also partly by puerile boredom. when they spot the monster sitting by their lonesome a small distance away, that combined negativity morphs into delighted curiosity.
the froggit is a nice distraction, at first. it doesn’t react too badly at their excited waving, nor does it do anything when they squat down in front of it. but then it starts croaking --- talking --- and the thought ( the knowledge ) returns with all the strength of several dropped bricks.
( they can still hear the croaking beneath the translated words. they can still hear the deep worrrr beneath the softer ribbit. it’s strange and confusing and just a tad bit unsettling, but they can still hear the froggit beneath the someone else. )
they leave with two thumbs-up and a smile they hope looks more reassuring than it feels. their steps as they walk towards the corridor to the left, fingers scratching the back of their hands and shoulders pulled high and taut, are quiet. careful. almost unsure.
it’s only once they’ve made it past the hallway that their shoulders loosen up. it’s only once they’ve made sure that they’re alone ( or, uh. as alone as they suppose they can be with a disembodied voice following them around ) that their hands stop feeling like they’re about to fall off. they lean back against the warmer than expected wall and press three fingers to pursed lips before sweeping them down in a wobbly arc. then, because they know practically nobody can understand them when they speak, stiff hands are contorted to quite literally spell out the sentiment. it’s hard work for a brain and muscles like theirs, and they feel stupider with each letter they painstakingly shape out to empty air, but--- the voice has been nothing but nice to them. helpful, even. disconcerting or otherwise, it’d be rude to not address that.
"Hey, hey, hey. It's fine if you can't talk. That's why we have paper. And a pen." He checks his pockets after a moment, face quickly shifting to a blank one. "Okay, I don't have a pen. Sign language is good, though. Alternative forms of communication are good, and I think most communication is body language anyways."
his words are meant to comfort. to support. to put them at ease. there is no falsehood in his assurance — no veiled cruelty or ulterior motive. they know this. they know this, yet their throat still tightens. their cheeks still burn. their lip still quivers, their vision still blurs — with all the force of unbridled emotion, with all the mist of budding tears; their fingers still clench, their shoulders still stiffen, their face still crumples in a vain attempt to hold it all back—
they know his words are not meant to harm, yet the relief that bowls them over feels like it’s trying to rip them apart.
they close their eyes and try counting to ten. they don’t get past three before a hitched breath skips past their lips. then another. then another.
❛ sorry, ❜ is signed weakly and accompanied by strained, breathy laughter. ❛ sorry sorry sorry sorry— ❜
they press their fists against their eyes and push.
they hope he’ll forgive them for being so embarrassing. they hope he’ll forgive them for overreacting.
it’s not the first time the question’s been asked. they know it’s not going to be the last time, either. a lot of people want to know why the kid with working ears and an undamaged throat won’t utter a single word. ( a lot of people want to know why the kid who will do anything when asked won’t speak to them. )
they’ve never been able to answer it in a way that satisfies both parties, and they suppose that’s part of why the question hurts every time they hear it. CAN’T TALK yields unspoken curiosity. MOUTH-MUSCLE STUPID yields confused pity. BRAIN BROKE yields both and questions for more answers --- yields a need for more words, more reasons, more WHYs and HOWs and WHAT’S THAT? and OH, YOU POOR THING.
it doesn’t help that they’re a child. it doesn’t help that they’re so young. there are oft times where adults don’t believe them --- where adults don’t want to believe them --- and their tragic truths are cast as bitter lies. CAN’T TALK is answered with YES, YOU CAN. MOUTH-MUSCLE STUPID is answered with JUST TRY HARDER. BRAIN BROKE is answered with YOU JUST WANT ATTENTION; IT’S NOT VERY NICE TO LIE; WHAT A CHILD YOU ARE TO SAY SOMETHING SO DRAMATIC!
slowly, shakily, they force a smile to their lips. absently rub at their chest. lift their shoulders up and down in a faux-nonchalant shrug.
it’s not the first time the question’s been asked.
it’s not the first time they leave it unanswered, either.
lmao forget about exams for a second i have a lot of feelings about our new protag and i need to write them down somewhere. the game gives us a lot of things from which we can infer tidbits about their character / nature and i’m just. gonna leave my interpretation of those things under the read more. spoilers for d.eltarune ahead folks!
the way i see it, kris is a troubled kid. troubled as in they’re a kid dealing with a lot of shit they don’t goddamn deserve and they probably have some unhealthy coping mechanisms to boot.
the game begins with kris being woken up in their and their brother’s room. already, we get to see a bit of who kris is. asriel’s side of the room is coloured brighter. looks more homely. the shelves are lined with what look like trophies and awards, the wall is personalised well (for real though the poster + stickers are such a cute touch), and the bedside table holds more than just the obligatory lamp. asriel’s side of the room looks lived in, which is...a bit odd considering he’s at college and is implied to have left home for a while now.
kris’ side of the room is, worryingly enough, the complete opposite. it’s coloured with paler, less saturated colours, and is so devoid of any personalisation that it actually kind of hurts. literally everything is bare and the only thing kris has on their side of the room besides their bed is the red wagon + birdcage. i was already unsettled by that when i didn’t know what the cage was for but now that i do. it’s. really Fucking Worrying.
when you inspect the wagon + cage, it’s said that the cage “looks like it’s seen quite a few crashes”. which is even MORE worrying because that implies that entire ending sequence happens on a frequent basis and god what the FUCK
so here’s the thing. that complete lack of personalisation could either mean kris is new to the household (which we KNOW is not the case, they’ve been with toriel for at least eight years) or they feel they have no need to personalise their room. which is. a big red flag because that could very well have stemmed from a lot of negative notions but the one that i feel really applies (given everything else we see in the game) is a combined lack of self-esteem + inability to envision a future for themself. what i mean by that is kris literally cannot see a future where they’re either still alive / still there where they are now (with toriel), and so feels no need to personalise their room because it won’t be their room for very long anyway. and LIKE....IT PROBABLY ISN’T AS DEEP AS I MAKE IT OUT TO BE BUT IN ANY CASE THAT’S REAL BAD LADS...THAT’S A SYMPTOM OF PTSD / DEPRESSION LADS
all of that is concerning enough but then you gotta imagine what it’s like to wake up, every single day, to the sight of great achievements + rewards for skills / talents that aren’t yours. to wake up to a reminder of all that you failed to achieve --- a reminder that you’re not good enough. because that’s what kris does everyday and god fucking DAMN. i have no doubt that kris is probably very happy for their brother and all that he’s done, but i’d be very surprised if they weren’t also disappointed in themself + stuck in a wheel of self-perpetuated failure (failure → i expected that → i can’t do this → i shouldn’t put effort into something i can’t do → failure → etc.).
at school, things don’t look any better. kris isn’t outright bullied by anybody (besides susie but i don’t know if that’s a frequent thing?) and their peers are amiable enough, but it’s clear that nobody thinks anything of them past ‘odd, is not a great student, and is too attached to their mother’. it’s implied that they get really bad grades and it’s straight up shoved into our faces that they’re (often) nobody’s first choice. the only time they get universal sort of-not really sympathy is when they’re told to go get chalk with susie and that’s only because everybody’s terrified of susie :\
one thing we can glean from the whole incident with susie is that kris does not speak in situations where tensions are high / expectations are unbalanced. this is again observed during the post-battle incident with the king; the same quotes (“you can’t even say...?” + “quiet people piss me off”) are used too. it’s interesting that the word CAN’T rather than WON’T is used in the first quote because ‘can’t’ implies that their silence is not one of volition (i.e. they don’t choose to not speak). given that kris DOES give responses to characters in other situations and even commands party members to do something in battles, it seems reasonable to say that kris has a case of selective (rather than complete) mutism, a disorder that is usually comorbid with some form of social anxiety.
what i mean by ‘expectations are unbalanced’ is exactly what it says on the tin! while expectations are high on the battlefield, nobody’s...like...exempt from them. everybody risks the chance of getting hurt, so everybody needs to do something. in cases like the incidents described above, all of the expectations are placed on kris. only kris risks the chance of getting hurt, so only kris needs to do something. (am i making any sense??? i can’t word shit well rn rip)
while we (the player) choose whether kris ACTs or FIGHTs in the dark world, there’s an instance (i can’t remember if there are more lfksdjf) where kris moves without player input to do something that gives us a look at their character. i’m not sure if this applies to both battle outcomes but during the post-battle incident with the king where he’s overthrown, kris (who just got struck down with the rest of their teammates) jumps in front of a shakily rising susie to protect her from an incoming attack. and like. jesus christ i don’t know if that action came from kindness, moral obligation, or a sense of duty as the party’s leader but god fucking DAMN I WOULD KILL AND DIE FOR THIS KID
outside of that, there’s also other stuff they and the others around them do that give us some insight on their character. they never defend themself when someone talks shit about them (susie called them “freak” for a time after her incident and they just. rolled with it; their peers made a lot of sarcastic quips about them and they also just. rolled with it). they get irritated when they hear people talk shit about susie after their adventure with her, but leave it unvoiced (”you don’t have to look so annoyed, susie isn’t here anymore!” “why do you look even more annoyed...”). toriel is stunned when they tell her they were hanging out with a friend and offers immediate leniency (”i’ll let this slide just this once!”). noelle’s dad (a family friend) dubiously asks them “did you mother send you?” when they visit him in the hospital. noelle asks them if they’re feeling okay simply because they’re having a conversation with her outside of the school environment. asgore greets them with a bear-hug on sight but immediately drops them + keeps his distance because “i forgot if you liked hugs like that” (or something along those lines). nearly everybody talks about their brother and how great he was first before talking to and about them. they’re consistently described as a “creepy and quiet” kid. from all of that, we can infer:
they’re....probably desensitised / used to being insulted.
again, selective mutism.
they’re a lonely kid. the type who’s got a bunch of acquaintances but no actual friends. everybody knows ABOUT them but nobody actually knows them.
they’re very reserved, socially and emotionally.
i feel like....they’re the type of kid who only does what needs to be done. if they don’t need to do it or if someone else can do it, they won’t do it. nothing is done ‘just because’, basically.
they’re uncomfortable with hugs. they’re okay with hand-holding (they willingly took toriel’s hand during their walk into school + were teased by susie about how they're "not used to walking around without someone holding [their] hand”), so i don’t think that aversion extends to all touch or physical affection. it might be claustrophobia?
EDIT: i just remembered that kris initiates hugs in the dark world’s tutorial, so the discomfit for hugs doesn’t seem to extend to ones they themself offer. but even then, they only offered it to ralsei (someone with a similar build and height to them) and the dummy (an inanimate object that can’t reciprocate the affection). this again points to the possibility of claustrophobia.
EDIT: at the beginning of the game when toriel hugs them before rushing off to go teach her class, the hug is slowly initiated, brief, and not reciprocated. again --- they might not be touch-averse but they could very possibly be claustrophobic.
they’re stuck in asriel’s very big shadow.
again, some form of social anxiety. the “creepy” aspect probably comes from their silence and implied tendency to just stare at people.
there’s probably more that i’ve missed / forgotten but that’s all i can recall right now so tl;dr:
kris is potentially dealing with ptsd / depression.
their self-esteem is probably really fucking low because of a number of factors.
they show symptoms of selective mutism + social anxiety.
they are inherently selfless / have a proclivity for kindness.
their SOUL is possibly often ripped out and thrown into a birdcage.
they may be claustrophobic.
and everything else listed above that i’m too tired to repeat.
this is my personal interpretation of everything though so take it all with a grain of salt.
i kind of want a verse where frisk figures out how to manually LOAD and RESET. not by choice, of course --- their moral compass is pretty much constantly on fire (if their primary SOUL trait wasn’t already determination, it’d definitely be integrity!) and even if they had the metaknowledge for that, as curious as they might be, they know when enough is enough.
but like...can you imagine...the monsters and frisk encountering their first human settlement...the humans reacting in an extremely Not Good way...them attempting to resolve things civilly...only for someone Important™ to die.
frisk is understandably very horrified.
so horrified, in fact, that their firm determination to PUSH FORWARD becomes a desperate, just as unwavering desire to GO BACK. the intensity of the stress required for them to, y’know, pull back time without simultaneously losing the essence of who they are now (i.e. their current memories) probably rips them apart and their first manual LOAD ends up triggering a subsequent natural one.
they wake up in excruciating, agonising pain, but hey, at least they woke up! complete with memories intact! sure, everyone’s back in the underground but they’re all about to leave anyway. everyone’s alive and that’s all that matters.
until it happens again. and again. and again.
it takes them twelve manual LOADs before they finally stop immediately dying after each LOAD. it only gets easier from then on. sometimes, they manage to last for a few months. sometimes, they only last for a few days. their longest run had them lasting for a year and a half before things turned to shit.
eventually, they get very tired of continuously LOADing. they still want a happy ending; they’re just getting sick of the crappy beginning. somewhere further down the track, they consider the possibility of pulling back even more. it’s clear that nothing is changing. maybe if they go back to the real beginning...they could try something else.
their first RESET is also their last one because they don’t wake up for a very, very long time. the strain of turning back time to a point so long ago whilst ensuring that they retain their essence absolutely breaks them. they’re ripped apart and sewn together, ripped apart and sewn together, again and again and again and again --- metaphysical laws won’t allow them to live, but their determination won’t allow them to die.
it’s an overall very Peachy™ experience.
anywho, after all that nonsense, they finally wake up again in a bed of flowers. suck it, metaphysics. they go through the underground and try something else.
(this ‘something else’ is literally just them indefinitely hanging around in the underground. them chilling and having good times with their friends. them doing their best to not get back to the surface. at least. not until they can think of something better.
because rewinding time is cool and all but murder really ain’t. they may only be eight but even they can understand that lmao.)
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[ * The child is confused by these hairless monsters (?) ]
[ Most kids like to play around in the snow. Some kids didn’t enjoy bundling up in thick, stiff layers to be able to withstand the temperature. For skeletons, this was hardly an issue, since they were more resilient to extreme temperatures. Sans took advantage of his perk often, taking his little brother out to make snow sculptures of each other or to simply lay in the cold, white blanket that was the ground. ]
[ Today, their playtime was interrupted. The older brother heard someone’s crunching footsteps from beyond the trees, and he quickly assumed it to be one of those annoying guard dogs that liked to scold him for being in areas he isn’t supposed to even play in. He shushed his little brother before picking up a stick near his feet, holding it like a sword in front of him. ]
what slowly emerges from the sea of trees is a bit too small to be a guard anything, much less a guard dog. they’re trembling as they trudge through the ankle-deep snow, head hanging and hands pressed against their mouth --- though it’s hard to tell whether that’s because they’re woefully underdressed for the current climate or because of the huffing laughter, sparked by a horrendous ‘so bad it’s good’ pun they heard from a passing comedian, they’re desperately trying to stifle.
it’s not long before the ‘i am trying so hard to not laugh please end my suffering’ trembles become ‘i am so cold please end my suffering’ shivers. it’s only then that they lift their head up, eyes roving over the stark, white horizon to find---?
a? skeleton?
they?? think???
a monster, maybe? are? skeleton monsters? a thing?? eyes wide and heart pounding with the absolute need to know, they move until only a few feet remain between them and their new discovery. oh! uh. make that discoveries.
❛ hi!! ❜
they either don’t register or are unfazed by the less than welcoming stance he’s adopted, because their wave is unapologetically manic. (the smile that creeps onto their face as their hands burst into a flurry of frenzied activity is, thankfully, not.)
man, what’s a kid got to do to get some attention around here? because they’re fully prepared to draw on the walls if they have to. in fact, a single sharpie-wielding hand is poised to do exactly that. oh, if only someone could stop them before they make their permanent mark on that poor, stainless wall!
it’s late. nobody will answer, he / it says. i / we don’t know that, she / they reply. it’s important. someone will / needs to / must / might answer. resolve steeling, a drooping hand / limb / wing is lifted to knock on the door. one thunk. two thunks. three—
someone answers.
it’s the tall one. he looks friendly. friendly enough to share? he / it / they ask. friendly enough to share, she decides.
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you’re the alchemist.
(a spontaneous dreamer) you make out-of-the-ordinary decisions, quick as a flash.
OUTLOOK (EMOTIONAL)
emotional people tend to embrace their positive and negative emotions fully, which means they have lives full of excitement. but it's all too easy to switch between happy and sad very quickly, and it's important that the highs and lows balance each other. there may be times when you would benefit from stepping back from a situation to protect yourself from getting too carried away.
CHARACTER (THOUGHTFUL)
thoughtful people have a very giving and sympathetic character and are genuinely interested in and concerned about others. however, they can sometimes lack the persistence to follow through with their positive intentions. luckily, you're very adept at inspiring good feelings and actions in others who can help carry you along too.
SELF CONTROL (RESERVED)
you may feel a bit conflicted when you've been wronged. on the one hand it can affect you deeply to the point of feeling victimised, but on the other you can be scared of saying something about it for fear of upsetting other people. the result is that your anger might be directed inwards, which is very unhealthy. you can't always be the nice guy.
COMPOSURE (DIRECT)
direct people can find it hard to resist their urges and impulses. in fact, when they really want something it's hard for them to keep their desire in check. if you find it all too easy to sacrifice your long-term goals for instant gratification, or wake up with a major headache the next morning, this might be an aspect of your life that would benefit from a bit more concentration.
TASTE (PIONEER)
you're interested in the new and different. whatever it is, if you haven't experienced it before, you'll want to give it a try. people who share this characteristic also enjoy meeting people from different backgrounds and so thrive in big communal activities where they can learn about new places and perspectives.
SOCIABILITY (GIVER)
people with this characteristic are naturally good-natured and extremely sociable. they are easy to get along with, which means they tend to be pretty popular with everyone they meet. if you recognise this trait in yourself, remember your old friends who have known you for a long time are just as important as those new buddies.
ACTION (SPONTANEOUS)
spontaneous people tend to be pretty full of energy and love the thrill of new adventures. but that energy isn't always completely constructive. your spontaneity and impulsiveness might mean that it's sometimes all too easy to drop those serious, unglamorous tasks for the promise of a good time.
ATTITUDE (PROGRESSIVE)
people with progressive attitudes tend to have a great deal of faith in human nature and believe in education, co-operation, and free thinking as ways to help develop society. they are willing to try new ideas and solutions and take a thoughtful approach to issues like social problems. it sounds like you tend to be seen as the voice of reason in most situations.
PROCESS (DREAMER)
dreamers get very excited by the prospect of new ideas and ways of seeing the world, but they tend to lose their way in theoretical possibilities and flights of fancy. if this sounds like you, you might be seen as a fantastic starter but not so great finisher. but no one can fault your enthusiasm and ability to thrive in the uncertainty of the new. force yourself to be a bit more organised and you'll blow people away.
RESILIENCE (SENSITIVE)
sensitive people are extremely aware of potential dangers and problems around them --- perhaps a little too aware sometimes. in fact, they tend to purposefully imagine worst-case scenarios. if you recognise this trait in yourself, rather than let yourself be overcome by fear, use these theoretical situations to stimulate yourself to come up with imaginative solutions.
“ EXCUSE ME, HUMAN!! I AM LOOKING FOR A DEAR FRIEND OF MINE! THE AMBASSADOR FOR MONSTERKIND?? ABOUT THIS TALL?? ” he held his hand at about thigh height, noticing how odd it was that this human seemed awfully familiar for some reason.
“ I’VE BROUGHT BUTTERSCOTCH PIE! COURTESY OF LADY ASGORE! DO YOU WANT A SLICE?? ”
it doesn’t seem like this awfully familiar human will respond to him for a few silent seconds --- too wrapped up in the joy of meeting their old, tremendously precious friend again after so long to even hear him to respond --- but when they do, it’s with a cheek-aching smile and a heartful of delighted laughter. they stand, arms spread wide in preparation for a bone-crushing hug---
only for their brain to finally process what has been said to them.
they freeze then, eyebrows raised in quiet confusion. combined with the wide, teeth-revealing grin still fixed on their face, it makes them look a bit constipated. does he genuinely not recognise them? it hasn’t been that long, has it? or is this a joke? one of the skeleton’s famous japes, perhaps? well. two can play at that game then.
moving their extended arms up over their head in an exaggerated stretch, they fake an equally exaggerated yawn before bringing their hands down to their chest and, with carefully casual movements, signing: ❛ not see them. sorry. ❜
❛ you sure they not--- ❜ they stifle another round of giggles, one
horizontally flat hand rising to the top of their head. ❛ ---this tall? ❜
smile dwindling down to something a bit softer, they sit down on the park bench again and pat the spot beside them. ❛ yes, please. sounds yum! thanks, never-meet-before stranger. ❜ wink wonk.
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