[Caught off-guard as they are, Chara has no chance to reach for their knife. Hands full and trapped mid-wrapping her feet, the best they can do is recoil as her hands touch her face, seizing up as she speaks softly and urgently. As her eyes flash red.
As she looks into their SOUL.]
Do not. [Her hands are slapped away with no small amount of force, child putting distance between them immediately. And for a moment, there is nothing polite in their expression. An unbridled fury burns, carving itself into the wrinkles on the bridge of their nose, the baring of their teeth.
How many times can people rifle through their SOUL like trash before they get the message?]
1/2
As she looks into their SOUL.]
Do not. [Her hands are slapped away with no small amount of force, child putting distance between them immediately. And for a moment, there is nothing polite in their expression. An unbridled fury burns, carving itself into the wrinkles on the bridge of their nose, the baring of their teeth.
How many times can people rifle through their SOUL like trash before they get the message?]
You are not welcome there.