Before anything else, they glance towards the doorway. Mama, why in the world did you get them this?
...At least the doll looks cool. It's a lot less frustrating to tug him out of the wrapping completely, letting his arms and legs drape over the edge of their hands.
He feels weird in their hands, weighing wrong. They slant their hands left and right, using their thumbs to keep him from sliding off onto their crisscross-applesauce legs. Mostly cloth, but the circle things on his...gloves? That's not soft like his body and limbs, and it proves itself to be plastic once they tap a nail over it. Same when they test his face, a good plastic with a nice paint job. They were told everything their mom brought home was custom made, though they're not really sure why someone'd want a doll specifically like this.
They stretch out a hum as they consider him further, and it's then that it occurs maybe he's got other stuff with him. The card's the only thing they find, which is the slightest bit disappointing, no sword or staff. He looks like he should have something magic.
Silently, Frisk mouths the words as they read them. Odd name along with the look.
Now that they know he's not made of something that'll shatter if they do anything wrong, they plop him and his card on their pillow. They can play with him more in a little bit--right now, they're going to dig into their meal before it gets cold.
no subject
...At least the doll looks cool. It's a lot less frustrating to tug him out of the wrapping completely, letting his arms and legs drape over the edge of their hands.
He feels weird in their hands, weighing wrong. They slant their hands left and right, using their thumbs to keep him from sliding off onto their crisscross-applesauce legs. Mostly cloth, but the circle things on his...gloves? That's not soft like his body and limbs, and it proves itself to be plastic once they tap a nail over it. Same when they test his face, a good plastic with a nice paint job. They were told everything their mom brought home was custom made, though they're not really sure why someone'd want a doll specifically like this.
They stretch out a hum as they consider him further, and it's then that it occurs maybe he's got other stuff with him. The card's the only thing they find, which is the slightest bit disappointing, no sword or staff. He looks like he should have something magic.
Silently, Frisk mouths the words as they read them. Odd name along with the look.
Now that they know he's not made of something that'll shatter if they do anything wrong, they plop him and his card on their pillow. They can play with him more in a little bit--right now, they're going to dig into their meal before it gets cold.