The word on its own is cool. And of course this means moon powers is what this Luna should have, and that'll be incorporated into playtime soon enough.
But not yet.
They've gained knowledge, but they're not entirely satisfied, and there's still more time to kill. There's a perfectly okay chair right there, but they end up leaning against the edge of their desk instead to look him over again.
He has a humanlike body, but that face definitely isn't. Neither are the weird disc shapes around his wrists, and they run their finger over the thing on his back--those could be wings that're detachable. Frisk considers tugging it off for a moment, but they remember they've had action figures with stuff like that before, and their accessories are long lost around the house. They don't want to lose it so quickly.
There's a computer right there, only the thought of trying to look him up with more detail doesn't occur to them. They're going to be stuck wondering a little longer.
"What kinda monster are you?" Frisk wonders softly.
Monster...or alien. Alien might make more sense with a moon name, but they like monsters better. He's their monster now.
Yuri slides easily around in Frisk's fingers, letting them poke and prod at him, in spite of how odd it makes him feel. It's not something he can entirely put into words, but it's uncomfortable. Not painful, but their hands are so huge in comparison to his whole body. What if they tried to crush him? Or even did so by accident?
And just what does Frisk keep looking at him for?
The rocking motions of Frisk's hands settle a bit, and then their soft voice slides over Yuri.
"What kind of monster are you?"
Yuri stares up at them. Frisk's hands are merely warm, but inside of himself, Yuri burns. He knows what kind of monster he is. If Frisk is fortunate, he thinks, they'll never get a chance to find out.
Not a talkative child at the best of times, alone now, and so their conclusion goes unspoken: a demon. He doesn't fit anything else too clearly (except maybe some sort of fae, but their knowledge is limited to the sort closer to Tinkerbell than anything). There are types out there his face reminds them of, the kind that some people wear as masks in some of the festivals. Oni, they think. 'Cept this one doesn't have horns or the right colors.
Frisk does not put him down. For another couple of minutes, they keep petting his 'wings' and letting their thoughts slide around.
Eventually, they hold him out and 'stand' him on the surface of the desk next to them, supporting him with their fingers beneath his arms. The lamp, the computer, those are the outlines of buildings, strings of light stretched between them. It's deep at night in the best part of the city, and Snowdrake is laughing to the side, sending out a flurry of ice beneath his wings to catch the light even more.
A festival, a party! Just for the sake of it!
But just that. A booming bell from one of the churches on the other side of Frisk's block chimes, and they're pulled from playtime again, jerking their head to look outside.
There's kids who play on the playground, out late where their parents don't watch close, just like theirs. It's time, and they haven't got to go see any of their friends for a while...
For a split second, they consider bringing their new toy. On a second glance, they decide it's too risky. Not going to get him broke on the first day they've got him.
Frisk strides across the room, dropping Lunatic down on their pillow, and heads out. They close their bedroom door behind them, and the door of the apartment follows after they jam their shoes on--though lots quieter than Mama.
The apartment is empty of human life...and there's quite a gap between the floor and the bottom of the bedroom door.
From his place on the desk, Snowdrake stretches. "Aw. That would've been a cool party."
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But not yet.
They've gained knowledge, but they're not entirely satisfied, and there's still more time to kill. There's a perfectly okay chair right there, but they end up leaning against the edge of their desk instead to look him over again.
He has a humanlike body, but that face definitely isn't. Neither are the weird disc shapes around his wrists, and they run their finger over the thing on his back--those could be wings that're detachable. Frisk considers tugging it off for a moment, but they remember they've had action figures with stuff like that before, and their accessories are long lost around the house. They don't want to lose it so quickly.
There's a computer right there, only the thought of trying to look him up with more detail doesn't occur to them. They're going to be stuck wondering a little longer.
"What kinda monster are you?" Frisk wonders softly.
Monster...or alien. Alien might make more sense with a moon name, but they like monsters better. He's their monster now.
idk man here's yuri being Dramatic internally
And just what does Frisk keep looking at him for?
The rocking motions of Frisk's hands settle a bit, and then their soft voice slides over Yuri.
"What kind of monster are you?"
Yuri stares up at them. Frisk's hands are merely warm, but inside of himself, Yuri burns. He knows what kind of monster he is. If Frisk is fortunate, he thinks, they'll never get a chance to find out.
Put me down already!
it's very Yuri™️
Frisk does not put him down. For another couple of minutes, they keep petting his 'wings' and letting their thoughts slide around.
Eventually, they hold him out and 'stand' him on the surface of the desk next to them, supporting him with their fingers beneath his arms. The lamp, the computer, those are the outlines of buildings, strings of light stretched between them. It's deep at night in the best part of the city, and Snowdrake is laughing to the side, sending out a flurry of ice beneath his wings to catch the light even more.
A festival, a party! Just for the sake of it!
But just that. A booming bell from one of the churches on the other side of Frisk's block chimes, and they're pulled from playtime again, jerking their head to look outside.
There's kids who play on the playground, out late where their parents don't watch close, just like theirs. It's time, and they haven't got to go see any of their friends for a while...
For a split second, they consider bringing their new toy. On a second glance, they decide it's too risky. Not going to get him broke on the first day they've got him.
Frisk strides across the room, dropping Lunatic down on their pillow, and heads out. They close their bedroom door behind them, and the door of the apartment follows after they jam their shoes on--though lots quieter than Mama.
The apartment is empty of human life...and there's quite a gap between the floor and the bottom of the bedroom door.
From his place on the desk, Snowdrake stretches. "Aw. That would've been a cool party."