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hadriel_logs2016-12-21 06:49 pm
save_theworld) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-12-21 06:49 pm
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In my head, I am still there
Who: Fruks and anyone of the nosy sort.
What: A small child holes up in a library with indecipherable notes from a man who doesn't exist. Nothing goes wrong.
Where: The librarby.
When: Evening of the 20th, through to the 21st.
Warnings: Ten year olds have all the existential queries, really.
i. ssssSSSHHHHH!
[With the discontent rumblings (and...explosions) of the past few days beginning to die down, Frisk decides, in a token flash of alacrity, that some personal space is necessary.
Or- no. Not really. What's needed, more than anything, is a break from the cycle they're in. A rinse and repeat of getting up, trying to clean streets that are never really going to be clean, having dinner and going right back to bed. They've been in such a cycle before. It never ends well for anyone. Sans left them a hot dog, a month ago.
Sans left Chara a hot dog. Things aren't going well.
Still, better things to focus on. Things like the fact that large, white bookshelves prove to be over twice Frisk's height in many places, and problems like how many of the books and papers within reach are filled with nothing but nonsense, or information that doesn't help. They don't really need to know about the statistics of immigration throughout the year 201X, thank you, or The Most Ridiculous Laws Still In Place Today, even if it's kind of funny, that wearing hot pink pants is illegal on Sundays.
Hence, climbing said bookshelves is fine. It's fine. It's- its fine until they reach the top.
Then it's just a matter of contenting themselves with the view for a few hours, until they figure out how to get down.]
ii. Can you even call this a librarby, I didn't get a chocolate on my pillow or anything.
Whilst it does take most of the night to traverse the many, many shelves for something even close to useful- as well as sort out the issue of how one gets both up and down from such fixtures- inevitably Frisk makes a small pile for themself in corner, just beneath one of the many luminous light fixtures. It's not the most comfortable position, but it is out of the way.
From there, it's a matter of opening each book in turn, and burying their nose into it. It would be in bad form to leave permanent marks on the paper, but a small, lead pencil to write in the margins, and they think- well, it should be okay, right?
It would be okay, if anything they'd found so far was useful. The most recent book lands back on the pile with a loud smack, and the child slumps back against the wall, rubbing their eyes. If it feels like they've been at this for hours
That's likely because they have.
What: A small child holes up in a library with indecipherable notes from a man who doesn't exist. Nothing goes wrong.
Where: The librarby.
When: Evening of the 20th, through to the 21st.
Warnings: Ten year olds have all the existential queries, really.
i. ssssSSSHHHHH!
[With the discontent rumblings (and...explosions) of the past few days beginning to die down, Frisk decides, in a token flash of alacrity, that some personal space is necessary.
Or- no. Not really. What's needed, more than anything, is a break from the cycle they're in. A rinse and repeat of getting up, trying to clean streets that are never really going to be clean, having dinner and going right back to bed. They've been in such a cycle before. It never ends well for anyone. Sans left them a hot dog, a month ago.
Sans left Chara a hot dog. Things aren't going well.
Still, better things to focus on. Things like the fact that large, white bookshelves prove to be over twice Frisk's height in many places, and problems like how many of the books and papers within reach are filled with nothing but nonsense, or information that doesn't help. They don't really need to know about the statistics of immigration throughout the year 201X, thank you, or The Most Ridiculous Laws Still In Place Today, even if it's kind of funny, that wearing hot pink pants is illegal on Sundays.
Hence, climbing said bookshelves is fine. It's fine. It's- its fine until they reach the top.
Then it's just a matter of contenting themselves with the view for a few hours, until they figure out how to get down.]
ii. Can you even call this a librarby, I didn't get a chocolate on my pillow or anything.
Whilst it does take most of the night to traverse the many, many shelves for something even close to useful- as well as sort out the issue of how one gets both up and down from such fixtures- inevitably Frisk makes a small pile for themself in corner, just beneath one of the many luminous light fixtures. It's not the most comfortable position, but it is out of the way.
From there, it's a matter of opening each book in turn, and burying their nose into it. It would be in bad form to leave permanent marks on the paper, but a small, lead pencil to write in the margins, and they think- well, it should be okay, right?
It would be okay, if anything they'd found so far was useful. The most recent book lands back on the pile with a loud smack, and the child slumps back against the wall, rubbing their eyes. If it feels like they've been at this for hours
That's likely because they have.
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What a world, huh?
He scratches at his cervical vertebrae, tryin' for something marginally lighter.]
And, uh. Next time you get a gift from somebody - maybe think of keepin' it. They gave it to ya for a reason.
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They're looking. They are, most definitely; it's just a pity that they can't (haven't, won't) share that.]
Sorry. [For making him feel bad. Thinking on it, even a child can understand, or assume, that perhaps, he's feeling a little...upset. Next time, they should just- keep it.]
It's a good 'dog.
[Until someone else needs it, at least.]
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['Cause they learned to put everyone else's lives above theirs, tiering it out. Chara's more important. Asriel's more important. Everyone's more important than Frisk, when Frisk gets due consideration at all.]
But y'know we worry about you too.
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Or because if he keeps treating them nice, maybe they won't hurt anyone else.]
I'm okay. [As he knows already. Funny, that their eyes are more red-rimmed now than they were the first time they'd come to that conclusion- sitting together, one barely able to move, the other-] Just gotta...
[A pause, a shrug. Their fingers are in constant motion, worrying their sweater.]
Stay determined.
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...yeah, that ain't helping anybody. He keeps that thought to himself.]
It's okay if you ain't always okay, kid. We went lookin' all over for Chara. You don't think we'd do the same for you?
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No. They don't have hypocrisy in their dictionary yet. But they don't believe what he's saying. Not at all.
Good kids? They stay quiet. Sometimes they just need a reminder, that monsters and humans really do expect the same things.]
...M'gonna find more books.
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[Figures they've gotten as close to communicatin' as they'll ever be. He ain't gonna push 'em any further. Pushed enough for a while.]
Hope you find what you're lookin' for.