Frisk blasts a bit of hard rock from their speakers for a while--their headphones are broken--and ends up playing around with the buttons before they really notice them. They push them lightly around the top of the desk with their fingertips, and eventually glance down when they realize they're too light to be pennies or nickels.
Buttons. Huh.
...the doll probably had eyes once, they've got thread in place under the marker scribbles...
Frisk glances over their shoulder, then pads over to the bed, looking them over carefully. Yeah, there's place for buttons. If they had a thread and needle, anyway. There's probably some in the house somewhere... or they could use glue, except those would fall off too easy, and probably make them look like they were crying all the time. And doing that-- "Wouldn't be nice," they mutter to themselves, angling Chara around.
Frisk is considering their options when their mom glances in, eyes falling on the doll. She looks revolted for a moment before sighing. "...Where'd you find that thing?" They look over and don't bother trying to answer. They know her well enough. And yes, barely in a space of a breath, she goes on: "You know you can't sleep with it, it's filthy."
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Date: 2016-07-29 12:51 am (UTC)Frisk blasts a bit of hard rock from their speakers for a while--their headphones are broken--and ends up playing around with the buttons before they really notice them. They push them lightly around the top of the desk with their fingertips, and eventually glance down when they realize they're too light to be pennies or nickels.
Buttons. Huh.
...the doll probably had eyes once, they've got thread in place under the marker scribbles...
Frisk glances over their shoulder, then pads over to the bed, looking them over carefully. Yeah, there's place for buttons. If they had a thread and needle, anyway. There's probably some in the house somewhere... or they could use glue, except those would fall off too easy, and probably make them look like they were crying all the time. And doing that-- "Wouldn't be nice," they mutter to themselves, angling Chara around.
Frisk is considering their options when their mom glances in, eyes falling on the doll. She looks revolted for a moment before sighing. "...Where'd you find that thing?" They look over and don't bother trying to answer. They know her well enough. And yes, barely in a space of a breath, she goes on: "You know you can't sleep with it, it's filthy."