[ The Knight is, by this point, decorated with various people's artistic efforts as well as their own. Flowers and suns and cats from Ren, a deer from Frisk, and their own carefully detailed patterns on their mask.
They lean down to inspect the glowing mark on Otus' gauntlet, and trace a smile across their blank face before - oh, wait, they can do this now.
They take Otus' hand, gently turning it over to mimic their friend's own method of communication, writing the letters into his palm. ]
want painting?
[ The paint - and brushes - are right there, after all. Otus can be glowy, too!! ]
no subject
They lean down to inspect the glowing mark on Otus' gauntlet, and trace a smile across their blank face before - oh, wait, they can do this now.
They take Otus' hand, gently turning it over to mimic their friend's own method of communication, writing the letters into his palm. ]
want painting?
[ The paint - and brushes - are right there, after all. Otus can be glowy, too!! ]