That horrible static. His tone hadn't been unkind, but it was blunt. Just a single word, the briefest pause, before he'd moved on to more important things.
But that had been numero uno. Breathe.
Frisk's shirt smells like soap. They've been stubborn about that- for both Frisk and Tim. Their clothes were washed every three days, alternating each person so only one would be left uncomfortably hot or, in Tim's case, hiding in the shack until he had clothes to wear. It was just one routine they had- before this had started, they'd been considering how they needed to ask Lup about getting more soap. One, two bars. Three, if they had something to bargain with. It wasn't exactly comforting to share a bar of soap between them, either. But resources are valuable, here.
They can hear Asriel screaming as gunshots ring out--and yet they're thinking of the laundry. A hysterical giggle bubbles up in their chest, muffled into the fabric of Frisk's shirt.]
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That horrible static. His tone hadn't been unkind, but it was blunt. Just a single word, the briefest pause, before he'd moved on to more important things.
But that had been numero uno. Breathe.
Frisk's shirt smells like soap. They've been stubborn about that- for both Frisk and Tim. Their clothes were washed every three days, alternating each person so only one would be left uncomfortably hot or, in Tim's case, hiding in the shack until he had clothes to wear. It was just one routine they had- before this had started, they'd been considering how they needed to ask Lup about getting more soap. One, two bars. Three, if they had something to bargain with. It wasn't exactly comforting to share a bar of soap between them, either. But resources are valuable, here.
They can hear Asriel screaming as gunshots ring out--and yet they're thinking of the laundry. A hysterical giggle bubbles up in their chest, muffled into the fabric of Frisk's shirt.]
Want to hear a joke, Partner?