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[dustless]

 (Continued from here~)

Frisk hopes there's no fight. 

They want to be left alone, sure, but that's not the only thing they hope for. Even they can't just fix a--rivalry, a longstanding hatred, at least not when the opposing parties actually know each other. But they also hope they can...lessen it, at least a bit. So the Sandman doesn't try to outright kill--no, they're sorry, 'banish', with lots of beating and tarry blood--Pitch when they see each other every time.

(Of course, they don't know the whole story. But they can't imagine that would matter.)

The time ticks down in companionable silence. 

Frisk keeps their eyes on the sky--

--and they sit straight up when they first spot glimmering gold in the clouds.

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[boogerman]

"Not going to hurt Frisk." Certainly not, he's in control of himself and his shadows. "Not even a nightmare. I'm supposed to go?"

This... is saddening. Very saddening. But he's aware enough to know Toriel can do nasty, painful things to him.

[dustless]

"Are you certain you have that much control over yourself? You do not seem to have as much as you think. I believe it would be for th--"

Frisk gets in the way. "No, promised he could stay." Maybe in not so many words, but so what. "You can just stay with us, right? To. Watch him an' stuff."

[boogerman]

"It's not, ah, it's just words. Only jumbled a little, because there are so many languages, see." In his head. And Frisk not knowing any!

Though that's expected of a ten year old. "I can still dance."

[dustless]

"That has nothing to do with this."

She stares at Frisk; they stare right back.

Toriel is not comfortable with this. She also would not be comfortable forcing her child to break a promise. Or to exile--

She sighs. Very well.

"I will be in this room with you."

[boogerman]

Oh, good news! A third person! That's fine with him, very much so. The two of them will probably want the bed, won't they... he settles himself on the floor right where he is, legs crossed. Ah, this is easy, there's a bit of a shadow right there for storage and trash can purposes.

"It's the solstice, remember?"

[dustless]

"That does not explain why you are here, drunk."

She does cross the room and settle beside Frisk. Her eyes do not move away from Pitch for a single moment.

[boogerman]

"It's the longest night. Every year. So I--I always have a holiday!"

Right... why is he here? "Frisk asked. I thought that was so nice."

[dustless]

Toriel looks at her sheepish-looking child and has to fight back a sigh.

"You should be more careful, Frisk. And ask permission."

Frisk wiggles in place and shrugs.

[boogerman]

"I don't see why. It's all made up, I don't eat human children."

Very, very helpful, Pitch.

[dustless]

"I said no such thing. I would be just as unhappy if Frisk had allowed another monster or a human into our home who had been drinking. I would not have given permission."

...Hence why Frisk hadn't said anything.

[boogerman]

Needless to say, he looks skeptical once Toriel brings up other people also being allowed.

"It's the... drinking? Not who's done it?"

Weirdos.

[dustless]

"That is what I have been saying."

Frisk mouths an I told you so behind Toriel's back.

[boogerman]

"Oh. Were you?" Well. Now it's clicked, hopefully he'll remember. (It should, he's stopped drinking more, it'll wear off in a mere few minutes.) "That's nice, too, it's not just for me."

And he just blinks at Frisk, nodding. Right, right, Frisk probably did tell him so... ah, he's going to regret everything soon.

[dustless]

Frisk sloooowly slides off the bed to thump on the floor.

Toriel sighs.



"Alchohol can make anyone forgetful and emotional. There is no guarantee that those things will not result in disaster."

"You've been good, though," Frisk insists.

Toriel visibly fights back another sigh.

[boogerman]

He shrugs. "You, you're fire. Fire beats the darkness. You could make me..." Aw, now he's spooking himself with thoughts of light and being set on fire. He's very good at freaking himself out, just like he is the world in general.

"...please don't, it passes fast. Spirit."

[dustless]

"I will not hurt you. You have been foolish, but you have not tried to harm Frisk."

The child scoots across the floor to pat him on the arm.

[boogerman]

His traitorous hand starts petting at Frisk's hair again, which is apparently what Pitch does when not in control of himself, instead of violence. Violence is saved for when he is in full control of himself. Go figure.

He... doesn't comment again that he won't hurt Frisk. Defending himself hasn't usually worked in the past--people will turn against him either way.

"...But I did harm Frisk?"

[dustless]

Toriel focuses on him, voice sharp.



"What?"

Frisk echoes her sentiment a little more quietly. What's he talking about?

[boogerman]

"You said I haven't tried." Well, now they're upset. What did he do? "So I must have by accident? When?" His voice is getting less slurred, quickly enough to be noticeable.

[dustless]

Wait. What?

Pangs of worry for Pitch, slightly more from Frisk than from Toriel. They risk leaning back so they're very nearly leaning on him, giving him better access to their hair.



"That is not what I meant. You have not tried to harm them, nor have you managed to. I simply worry about children when alcohol is around," she establishes again. "I...may have chosen my words badly. You have done nothing wrong."

[boogerman]

He seems slightly relieved. Slightly. And so he returns to petting at Frisk's hair, as if they're a kitten. Or a soft fuzzy blanket.

"It's going away." He sounds mildly disappointed, but the 'holiday' would have ended in a few more hours anyway. "I'll save the rest for next year."

[dustless]

"Or the New Years party," Frisk says hopefully. Their face is angled towards Toriel, expression pleading.



"..." That would be more acceptable, she supposes. Maybe. Frisk would be with many sober adults until their bedtime...

[boogerman]

"So soon?" Should that be his holiday instead? Hmm. Maybe next year.

"I don't have enough left."

[dustless]

"But there'll be stuff there!"



"And," Toriel says, "perhaps you could still enjoy yourself without drinking."

[boogerman]

Enjoy himself... without drinking or, most likely, tormenting anyone? It's nearly a foreign concept. No getting drunk, none of his sort of food... Hmmm.

"I don't know I've been to a party and been seen." Less slurred, yes. Not much time left for him before soberness and embarrassment strikes.