Frisk steps forward, feeling her determination go down as she got more nervous- She handed the other a letter, the letter asked if they could be valentines along with a rose next to the letter. Frisks hazel orbs look at the ground, feeling nervous.
Chara looked up, watching as the other approached her with a hesitation. She could see how nervous she was. …Frowning, she gently took the letter, her eyes falling on the rose before stilling. What… this… was this…?
“Frisk..?” She looked towards the other, before pausing, realising just how nervous she looked. It… was quite cute. After a small hesitation, she looked back to the letter and moved back, turning her back on Frisk as she ripped it open. Quickly skim-reading the words on the page, she froze. A crimson colour arising in her cheeks. …that… this had never happened before. ..How.. how was she supposed to respond to this?
Slowly turning, she glanced back towards Frisk, before turning her back again, quickly. Dammit. Why did she have to do this? This was so embarrassing! Gritting her teeth, she let the letter and the rose fall on the ground, before spinning around and moving towards Frisk. She got close. Very close. But before she even knew what she was doing herself… she wrapped her arms around Frisk. Burring her head deep into her shoulder, in an attempt to hide the blush that just wouldn’t go away. She squeezed her eyes shut, and, despite herself, smiled, her arms tightening around her.
“If this is a trick, I’ll kill you.” She warned, but she knew Frisk wouldn’t do that. Not her. “….” She took a deep breath, “Yeah, brat. I’ll be your valentine. In fact, you’re stuck with me. Got it?”