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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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[dustless]

They wave it through the air in protest. "But it'll look good!"

[boogerman]

"I said no." Why do you want to make a poor innocent spook all cutesy?

"It doesn't match."

[dustless]

"But it looks like blood." Creepy, see?

Their arm drops. Frisk won't actually try to force it, that's a stupid boundary to push at.

tbh I couldn't get Frisk's pic to load D:

[boogerman]

"It doesn't matter. I doubt anyone here will be afraid of my looks, even if I'm bleeding."

He doesn't come close to looking weird by monster standards, meaning he'd have to talk someone into fright, if he wanted to give a good scare... he's decided to behave for his own sake, but he's aware it's an option!

dangit dreamselfie. >'| there got a workaround

[dustless]

They mostly only said it to see if he maybe did want to, but was purposely pushing it down. Because he has pride issues.

Frisk fixes it back on them with a shrug. "Yeah, but accessories can be cool sometimes."

[boogerman]

Frisk, uncannily perceptive for a ten year old. They know too much, it's really going to bite him someday. Soon.

"Gold is what goes best with black." he says, without knowing why he says it. "Who was the nut headbutting you?

[dustless]

Gold. Frisk makes a small mental note of that.

"Oh, that kid--don't know their name, actually. We've met a bunch. Don't think we ever...introduced....ourselves at all." This doesn't bug them. "They're not a nut, just excited about stuff a lot."

[boogerman]

"I reserve the right to call headbutters 'nuts'." Ah, to have a head full of rude nicknames for everyone worth noticing. "I assume he's gobbling up entire cakes while we chat."

[dustless]

"Dunno if kid's a 'he'," Frisk says absently, glancing around, all alone Probably snuck away under a table. "An' it's not like I could get moved any other way. Wouldn't have fell over if you hadn't startled us." Sudden armpoke!

[boogerman]

"Ah." That must be common in monster culture. He files that away, maybe he'll actually learn to avoid those sorts of mistakes...

"What was I supposed to do? Stand there all night?"

[dustless]

Seems to be, and one that Frisk is very appreciative of.

"You coulda just said hi." They stick their tongue out a tiny bit. All the blep, all the time. "Did you see Mom yet?"

[boogerman]

"I would have said hello if you hadn't been fighting, see." No, he wouldn't. "No. No goats yet."

[dustless]

"So you just cheered us on? 'S not nice, Mr. Boogeyman." They're amused by him being him, but even moreso by the implications of that being a fight.

...that's weirdly surprising, though. Would've expected him to want to hang out with the adults first.

"I dunno where she is right now. What did you do at those old parties? Like to?" they shift abruptly.

[boogerman]

Who knows what he would have done, if he hadn't seen the... 'fight'. "It is nice. You've created a new sport." Heh.

"...I didn't go to the 'old parties'. It's very, very rare that spirits gather like this." There haven't been enough spirits to have a party in centuries.

[dustless]

"Half-armless wrestling?" Since that's what it really was, in the end. At least the name sounds entertaining.

Frisk had meant the old human parties...but that gets them off track real quick.

Spirits sound awfully lonely.

"Hope you'll like this one."

[boogerman]

"You could try wrestling with only your legs." A weird form of footsie?

Saying he used to hide under tables is even worse than saying he never attended a party at all.

"I may even eat something."

[dustless]

"That would be boring to watch." That's the point of sports, right? Performing?

"You totally should!" bursts in the cat-girl from before, suddenly a lot closer along with her gator friend.

"This party has--" "--the best sugar--" "--junk I've ever seen!"

[boogerman]

"People watch golf on television." Not to mention chess. Footwresting can't be half as slow as those 'sports'.

He does indeed startle, jumping a bit. Not at all ashamed of it. Not at all trying too hard to hide it, only recovering gracefully.

"...only sugar?"

[dustless]

Do they actually? Frisk doesn't pay attention to that kind of stuff.

Ah yes. The most graceful, as Frisk's expression immediately flattening and the girls taking a tiny step to his sides instead of directly in his face show.

They speak simultaneously, almost, cat-and-alligator "There's like, all kinds of stuff--" "--there's ROAST, even--" "--but that's--" --the best--" "--BORING--!"

Pause as the cat's paws pop over her mouth. They stare at each other.

"Bratty! Come on, you TOTALLY LOVED the cookies--" "--Catty, don't hide it, you loved the roast!"

They crack up and then abruptly stop, looking back up at Pitch.

"There's EVERYTHING--" "--it's a feast--" "--and the dessert--" "--the dinner's--" "--the best!"

[boogerman]

Bratty and Catty. Nice rhyming nicknames, how cutesy. They're overwhelmingly hyperactive twits, it's like having two Toothianas in your face. Thank goodness they've not shoved fingers into his mouth or brought up teeth. His eyes flick between the two faces every time they interrupt each other. Back, forth, back, forth.

"Yes, yes, I get the point. It's very nice."

[dustless]

Interrupt, talk over each other--incredibly loud and quite possibly overwhelming.

"So how about--" "--you go get some already!" Bratty's noticed his lack of plate, and possibly his more recent arrival. She's a bit less of a cloudcuckoolander than Catty tends to be.

"...How about you let him party how he wants to," Frisk suggests.

[boogerman]

"Why now? It's not going to fly off, is it? Besides, it loses something when you've got no appetite." Sometimes he wonders what the craving for food is like, as a necessity and not a hobby.

[dustless]

"So you can--" "--have a chance--" "to enjoy all of it!" Duh!

"Hey, look, it's Alphys," Frisk says abruptly. They start to suggest maybe Pitch can meet her, or something, just as a distraction for him, but then Catty and Bratty light up and squeal and head off to greet her.

"...okay. Um, yeah. You can try whatever you want, whenever."

[boogerman]

"Maybe after all the human guests bugger off." And he won't be walked through in front of anyone, yeesh. "Catty and Bratty?"

[dustless]

Shrug. They have no idea when that'll be.

"...Yeah?" They stare at him blankly. They're used to monsters having odd names, neither of those strike Frisk as worth thinking about.