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[crueltic-blog]

         `` Oi. Frisk. `` His voice lacks the usual bite ( one so very fitting for a self proclaimed hellion ) from where he stares at the younger in his presence. Ever so suddenly, he loses track of his vessel that will lead him on the path he desires -- and where do they go? Off on their own, hiding among glowing flowers.

   This peaceful place suits them the most, he supposes.

         `` Why are you hiding now, and moreover... Without me? Do you want to die? ``

@mercyist.

[bctterccps-blog]

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*(... You notice there is a red switch behind the pillar.)

Chara may have gotten impatient with the other child. Whatever. It was an easy puzzle, and they were taking forever.

[crueltic-blog]

                             @mercyist. Muffet’s love ball.

``  Ah -- I stole it from the castle from the room I used to stay in... There were a lot of fancy clothes like that for play time and whatnot.  ``  Well, the fact his explanation means revealing personal information isn’t something he’s too keen about -- But he’ll let it slide for tonight.  ``  ... You look nice, Frisk. Does it fit you okay?  ``

[crueltic-blog]

@mercyist.

The silence that lingers between him and the child in his company is surprisingly peaceful in his eyes for once; all that can be heard is the rushing water of the Waterfall, falling down over the cliff into a deep, black nothingness. Arms remained crossed over his chest, a leg resting over the other and seeming to be deep in thought over something --

                     but only until he gave a slow blink, turning his head to focus on his companion.

``  Apparently I’ve heard that the Spider Baker is throwing a ball of some sort for Valentines day... Will you be going too, Frisk?  ``

[movedtocomiicsaans-blog]

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                     ❝Hey Frisk, y'want t' hear a song I made about                      tortillas? .. Well, actually, it's more of a WRAP.❞

It's stupid but he can't stop smiling, there's something wonderful about the simplicity of puns and jokes, especially when they illicit reactions from others. A good roll of the eyes or laughter from someone was the best medicine for a gloomy day.

[fataliism-a-blog]

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“That’s a cableknit sweater, and those are polka-dotted shorts.”  Tomorrow is Frisk’s first day back to school and Sans has agreed to help them pick out what they are going to wear, describing their selections to them as they drew them from the closet.  It’s more challenging that he expected it to be--how does one describe colors to someone who cannot see them?  

“Yeah, I think they’ll go good together.  The sweater’s kinda...uh...white-ish?  The shorts are a blue and purple.  Of some sort.”  

Okay, perhaps the real problem is that he isn’t exactly adept at identifying various shades to begin with.  At least Frisk can tell apart auras.

[mettatoniic02]

                                       ♥. —– mercyist.

    “DARLING, I DON’T KNOW what you’re doing with that stick...        But I think you should stop waving it around before you hurt someone.” Put it down.

[deceitanalyst-blog]

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              → ❝ f-frisk?? if that's you, there's                       nothing wrong with me. you can                       go. i'm fine. ❞