And somehow, that reminds them of what they'd just seen happen.
"I mean, guess me being weird isn't much of a joke."
Frisk stretches, hands towards the sky, blocking out part of the fireworks with their fingers. They think about how they can maybe word things and, in the end, can't think of anything fancy.
Quietly, tentatively, they look at him from the corner of their eye and ask: "...you okay?"
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Date: 2016-07-27 12:21 pm (UTC)"I mean, guess me being weird isn't much of a joke."
Frisk stretches, hands towards the sky, blocking out part of the fireworks with their fingers. They think about how they can maybe word things and, in the end, can't think of anything fancy.
Quietly, tentatively, they look at him from the corner of their eye and ask: "...you okay?"