[This would be so much easier if he wasn't here. So much easier if every- the potential for a strike to be aimed his way is worse, far worse, than potentially taking a blow themself. He's here, and F r i s k.
Chara. The use of their name, an uncommon thing, already something they're unused to, forces their attention. Look at me, he says.]
Leave. [Is the horse whisper he gets back. Their eyes meet; Chara's feel far too hot. Heat that spills over onto their cheeks as shouts and shrieks fill their ears- it's no just him anymore.
All of them. They're all coming. They're all here.]
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Chara. The use of their name, an uncommon thing, already something they're unused to, forces their attention. Look at me, he says.]
Leave. [Is the horse whisper he gets back. Their eyes meet; Chara's feel far too hot. Heat that spills over onto their cheeks as shouts and shrieks fill their ears- it's no just him anymore.
All of them. They're all coming. They're all here.]
Leave, Tim.