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: 2016-07-01 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.