Unfortunately, there's also pouring rain and wind tonight, and Chara's hardly out of the bus and subtly gawking at everything before a sudden gust of wind cuts a chill through their thin raincoat and sends raindrops sliding down their neck. Biting their lip, they duck into the nearest bus shelter, then take a surreptitious look at the other people inside.
As much of a country mouse as they feel right now, they're not so dumb that they're not going to beware of all the strangers everywhere.
Chara's sort of lucky they're out so late. There's only a couple people there--an old man who's passed out on the bench part, possibly literally, and a kid in a striped sweater leaning against the glass.
Frisk would love to be asleep right now. But they also don't want to get mugged for what little change and the kit-kat bar they have shoved into their pockets, so they refuse to sit down and tempt fate.
They also stand out quite a bit. At least the lightly-snoring old man's wearing an oversized raincoat; they're just in their usual sweater and pants. They're soaked to the bone, but don't care much.
The other kid gets a much more obvious look, Frisk outright turning their head. In the end, all they do is nod politely.
The old man looks dubious as hell, but his presence doesn't really surprise Chara. They've heard a lot about how the big city's full of degenerates and bums. The kid on the other hand- they look about Chara's age, and they're dripping rainwater all over the cement. Even though Chara doesn't like other kids, something about this one puts them in mind of a puppy- one that's just escaped from a bath. Their presence might be a good sign, Chara thinks. If it's normal for kids to be out and about late at night with no supervision in the city, then that makes it seem more likely that nobody will notice Chara, either.
But good sign or no, the moment the other kid notices them, Chara feels a sharp stab of panic. They want to bolt- they want to bury themselves further into their stupid lilac raincoat- they want to swing at the kid with the suitcase they're carrying- they manage to repress all of it enough to say "Can I help you?" in their best Don't-Bother-Me tone.
Frisk blinks. Might be hard to see under the hair plastered to their face. "Uh?"
Despite the nod first, they weren't expecting to be spoken to, or even acknowledged at all. That's usually how it goes. Chara speaking visibly throws them off-balance.
"No," they finally say. "...can--can I help you?" They seem a bit...upset.
The other kid seems... confused, somehow. Like Chara just spoke to them out of nowhere. But they were the one who started staring at Chara in the first place- and even nodded! Or are they just surprised by Chara's attempt at iciness? Either way, Chara thinks they need to respond...
"N-no," they say. Stiffly, they add, "I am quite well, thank you."
They very pointedly turn away and stare off into the distance. They'll just... stay a little while, make it look like they're waiting for a bus, while they wait for the other kid's attention to drift away.
Frisk does not believe that in the slightest bit, but...no need to be rude about it. They go back to staring forward where the bus is supposed to pull up.
They can't help but glance out from the corner of their eye every minute or so, though.
The weather rapidly changing doesn't boost their spirits much, either. Rain, they can deal with. Thunderstorms are a bit less...great, as well as the extra wind slapping the raindrops further into the bus shelter.
Frisk hums a low, irritated note, and they tap the edge of their shoes in the puddle that's stretching to form in front of them.
Thank God. The other kid seems to have let it go. Chara continues to stare resolutely into the distance, though occasionally they sneak a glance over at the other kid. Just to make sure.
Eventually, the sound of the storm distracts them. It's been a long time since they were actually out in a thunderstorm, Chara realizes. The sound stirs up a vague memory of rushing home with their mom when they were really little, their socks soaking in their boots and thunder rumbling in the distance.
They wonder if people at hom- at their old village can hear the storm.
Then the kid next to them makes an irritated noise, and Chara automatically jolts back.
"You--" they start, pause, consider words while rubbing at the back of their head.
"We...we startled each other, I guess. And didn't mean to. So, sorry." Logical, isn't it? "And it doesn't hurt that much." Even if they're probably going to have a little bump, judging by how warm their scalp feels under their fingers.
Chara's face reddens. They're not sure how else to respond- which is stupid of them, this is probably just normal small talk of the sort normal people do- so they settle for the main thought that's in their mind.
"...You're a strange person," Chara says. Their tone, at least, isn't intentionally insulting.
Frisk drags their fingers through their hair, noticing all over again how soaked they are. They really hope the bus isn't too late.
They eye the other kid, tilting their head. "Yeah?" Their eyes flick up as the sky flashes and rumbles again. "...Why?" And in response, their tone is genuinely curious.
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Date: 2016-05-29 05:07 am (UTC)Unfortunately, there's also pouring rain and wind tonight, and Chara's hardly out of the bus and subtly gawking at everything before a sudden gust of wind cuts a chill through their thin raincoat and sends raindrops sliding down their neck. Biting their lip, they duck into the nearest bus shelter, then take a surreptitious look at the other people inside.
As much of a country mouse as they feel right now, they're not so dumb that they're not going to beware of all the strangers everywhere.
/o/
Date: 2016-05-29 05:19 am (UTC)Frisk would love to be asleep right now. But they also don't want to get mugged for what little change and the kit-kat bar they have shoved into their pockets, so they refuse to sit down and tempt fate.
They also stand out quite a bit. At least the lightly-snoring old man's wearing an oversized raincoat; they're just in their usual sweater and pants. They're soaked to the bone, but don't care much.
The other kid gets a much more obvious look, Frisk outright turning their head. In the end, all they do is nod politely.
chara ur v judgmental of random old men passed out in bus stops
Date: 2016-05-29 05:49 am (UTC)But good sign or no, the moment the other kid notices them, Chara feels a sharp stab of panic. They want to bolt- they want to bury themselves further into their stupid lilac raincoat- they want to swing at the kid with the suitcase they're carrying- they manage to repress all of it enough to say "Can I help you?" in their best Don't-Bother-Me tone.
pfft
Date: 2016-05-29 06:42 am (UTC)Despite the nod first, they weren't expecting to be spoken to, or even acknowledged at all. That's usually how it goes. Chara speaking visibly throws them off-balance.
"No," they finally say. "...can--can I help you?" They seem a bit...upset.
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Date: 2016-07-01 02:31 am (UTC)"N-no," they say. Stiffly, they add, "I am quite well, thank you."
They very pointedly turn away and stare off into the distance. They'll just... stay a little while, make it look like they're waiting for a bus, while they wait for the other kid's attention to drift away.
me: nearly dozes off cat: time to eat aLL THE PLASTIC
Date: 2016-07-01 03:40 am (UTC)Frisk does not believe that in the slightest bit, but...no need to be rude about it. They go back to staring forward where the bus is supposed to pull up.
They can't help but glance out from the corner of their eye every minute or so, though.
The weather rapidly changing doesn't boost their spirits much, either. Rain, they can deal with. Thunderstorms are a bit less...great, as well as the extra wind slapping the raindrops further into the bus shelter.
Frisk hums a low, irritated note, and they tap the edge of their shoes in the puddle that's stretching to form in front of them.
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Date: 2016-08-02 12:20 am (UTC)Eventually, the sound of the storm distracts them. It's been a long time since they were actually out in a thunderstorm, Chara realizes. The sound stirs up a vague memory of rushing home with their mom when they were really little, their socks soaking in their boots and thunder rumbling in the distance.
They wonder if people at hom- at their old village can hear the storm.
Then the kid next to them makes an irritated noise, and Chara automatically jolts back.
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Date: 2016-08-02 12:31 am (UTC)Ow.
They look at the other kid again, awkwardly. They...don't want to be bothered, obviously, and it would probably be rude to make some comment.
"...sorry?"
That seems safest.
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Date: 2016-08-13 04:01 pm (UTC)"...Sorry?" Chara echoes. "I'm not the one who just hit their head off the wall."
Well, crap. Looks like they're talking now.
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Date: 2016-08-13 07:23 pm (UTC)"We...we startled each other, I guess. And didn't mean to. So, sorry." Logical, isn't it? "And it doesn't hurt that much." Even if they're probably going to have a little bump, judging by how warm their scalp feels under their fingers.
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Date: 2016-10-28 08:05 am (UTC)Chara's face reddens. They're not sure how else to respond- which is stupid of them, this is probably just normal small talk of the sort normal people do- so they settle for the main thought that's in their mind.
"...You're a strange person," Chara says. Their tone, at least, isn't intentionally insulting.
my impulse control is poor.
Date: 2016-10-28 08:17 am (UTC)They eye the other kid, tilting their head. "Yeah?" Their eyes flick up as the sky flashes and rumbles again. "...Why?" And in response, their tone is genuinely curious.