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(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.
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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"You're practically their mascot. It shouldn't come as a surprise."
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They look over at him, wondering if asking Pitch Black his favorite color--and then remember that he says black and gold suit each other.
...
They should get him a present that's gold-colored. A necklace or something.
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"You're the one makin' me sound like...a cartoon on a cereal box."
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"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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He draws back his legs, crossing one leg over the other, and keeps looking up for more bursts. Is he okay? Sure, in the sense that he's not injured, not too hungry and he will carry on. That's what he does... he keeps on going.
"I suppose. It happens all the time when I'm not paying attention."
rereading drunk thread to refresh memory, getting weirdly emotional
"Oh." They think they can relate, in a way. All the times they were thinking of what to do underground, not paying attention, and got hit by bullets.
"...I'm glad you...came to this party, jus' so you know. But sorry that happened."
D:?
just poor lonely pitch.
piiitchipoo :(
"No? People everywhere? Of course I have to be paying them attention." What a strange mind someone must live in that they don't.
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They lean over, reaching out, and pat his hand just once.
(Real.)
"Kids don't watch where they're going, anyway, usually. Shoulda seen I was holding it for somebody else."
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"For who? The little idiot can't see me."
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"So? Wouldn't just hold it open for no reason. 'M not that weird. And there are little monsters, you know. Really little." They hold their hands a few inches apart.
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"They look sorta like fairies, with the wings. We can go look for some later, 'f you want." And...yeah, okay. Casually (outwardly, slow and careful inwardly), they scoot a little nearer to him and rest their fingers lightly over his. "Think the fireworks finale's coming up."
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He tries not to tense, the irrational stupid part of his mind half expecting their fingers to suddenly slip through his like a nonbelievers... "Ah."
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(Also because tiny things are cute.)
Frisk doesn't move one iota, pretending they didn't notice. Their fingers are completely solid--a little cool from the night air at worst. "An' I think there'll be more later."
The finale ends in all the colors of the rainbow, loud enough to make the roof feel like it's shaking and their chest to feel like liquid. It's cool.
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He shuts his fat mouth while the last fireworks go off... only just while.
"I'll take you back in."
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"...Whimsies are bigger than that. There are littler Froggits, though, ant-sized, but I don't think they're here. Or easy to find if they are."
They unconsciously tap a light rhythm on one of his knuckles with their thumb. "Okay. You staying...?"
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He sits up slowly, daring to grip their hand in return, and then release. "I think so. I won't let it happen again."
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