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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]

He flinches... inhales, and then calms himself. And leaves his hand within their reach.

"For who? The little idiot can't see me."

[dustless]

They make note of both of those things. They don't do anything else about the hand, yet.

"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.

[boogerman]

"So... he could have trod on someone?" Dark chuckle. "Learn something new every day. I haven't spotted any itty bitties."

[dustless]

"Yeah." They're gonna talk to that kid later. "Some of 'em fly--Whimsuns and stuff. You know it when you see it, it cries a lot. Or Whimsalot, it has armor and spears."

[boogerman]

"They sound like the baby Tooth Fairies. They're hummingbirds. No spears, but sharp little beaks."

[dustless]

"...babies?" There are babies? But he said there weren't lots of new spirits?

"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."

[boogerman]

"Little minis. I don't know what to call them. I don't know what she calls them." He shrugs his shoulders, despite lying flat. Rooftops are nice.

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."

[dustless]

"...How mini are minis?" Frisk wants to know in case they see any.

(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.

[boogerman]

"About this high?" He holds his thumb and first finger apart--very tiny, tiny enough to be gripped in his hand easily. (Not the hand Frisk is holding.) "Big enough to carry a tooth and a quarter."

He shuts his fat mouth while the last fireworks go off... only just while.

"I'll take you back in."

[dustless]

Wow.

"...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...?"

[boogerman]

"Ant-sized? How do you hear their voices?" Gah, seriously. That's pushing it... no spirit was that small.

He sits up slowly, daring to grip their hand in return, and then release. "I think so. I won't let it happen again."

[dustless]

"Oh, you don't. Froggits don't talk in the first place, they ribbit an' meow. Not all monsters can speak or even make noise and stuff."

Delight flashes across their face. What an expression.

"Yeah. I'll keep a lookout for other humans too."

[boogerman]

"How do you know they're proper people?" As opposed to animals... hmmm.

(Weird kid, weird kid, smiling at him.)

"Come on, then." Right, he's going to have to take their hand anyway to drag them into shadow, so he does. It may not be strictly necessary, but it's easier and he's lazy. Off they go to the party!

[dustless]

"'Cause they understand what you're saying and stuff, I guess? Dunno, never asked. They just seem like it. And--wait, some Froggits can talk a little, except I think they have their own...words. Language. 'S weird."

Nice. And the ballroom is darker, since most people went outside and it'll take a while to trickle in.

[boogerman]

He takes a look around, soaking up his sort of atmosphere. Very nice.

"My Nightmares understand me, but I wouldn't call them quite people. Well... who cares?" He was fond of them anyway, until all of them besides Onyx turned on him.

[dustless]

Frisk snags a bit of chicken from a table.

"...why not? 'Less they're like...robots. But robots can be people too." (Mettaton's not actually a robot, but that's what his body is and he wouldn't want the truth to be out anyway.)

[boogerman]

"Not robots, more like animals. Very smart animals." And disobedient ones. That brings back bad memories... He looks up and down the table, trying to decide what looks tastiest. Hm.

[dustless]

There's just about anything he could imagine on the table--nearly a buffet one--from the blandest salads to incredibly spicy Indian dishes.

"Some of the dogs seem like that. They bark and...are dogs, mostly, 'cept some have armor too. Do you ever wanna meet really scary monsters?" Frisk asks abruptly.

[boogerman]

Far too much to choose from. Excuse him as he walks down the table(s?), being ridiculously choosey. Hey, it has to be near perfect when you have no appetite for real food.

"What for? They can steal my soul, remember?"

[dustless]

They consider mentioning he's already met the monster that stole the most SOULS in the underground...but that would be unhelpful to everybody.

"Well, they're not scary-scary, as in mean. They just look super scary." Frisk snags a soda, too, and trails after him. "And sort of...ignore...the laws of physics an' magic."

[boogerman]

Not literally steal his soul. He hasn't learned what Frisk calls the whole drag-it-out-and-magic-it-to-death trick yet. That's a topic for later.

"I ignore the laws of physics myself and some spirit rules. So why not?"

Pitchy picky. Eventually he settles for a few bites of shrimp, dipped in garlic butter.

[dustless]

Frisk doesn't really have a name for that beyond "showing it".

"Spirit rules? Like what?"

A few more people are wandering in, monster and human. Frisk glances around for Mettaton, 'cause he'd know where the Amalgamates are hanging out...

[boogerman]

"Some spirits die without believers. I think I'm the only one who has to feed off a feeling." Even the other scary sorts didn't need it like he did, just did what they wanted to do. They had a choice. He nibbles his shrimp... nice.

[dustless]

"...huh."

Frisk's distracted from other questions by the sight of a gleaming pink robot preparing onstage with a guitar.

They hustle over and ask about it, watching him pose dramatically in thought.

"Darling--oh, most of them decided not to come. I believe Snowy's mother is around somewhere--and Endogeny is with their family guarding the doors at the back!"

He glances up and gives Pitch a glittering movie-star smile once he spots him.

[boogerman]

Pitch has chosen to lurk where he was, staying nearer the food (shrimp! tough to steal) instead of following behind Frisk like some sort of creepy thin sad puppy. He meets the robot's eyes, raising a brow. What.