It sounds so simple. And yet Frisk's inhale is shaky, almost snatching up his paws as they let their breath back out in a rush, too relieved at the idea of not having to focus on much else but the softness of his paws. Too glad to contemplate if this is, perhaps, crossing lines, blurring the divide between themself and another child, someone who holds his hands and shakes and cries and asks him if it's you.
Still just you, Frisk.]
Thanks. [At the very least, they can let him know they appreciate it; try for a smile that they really aren't that good at yet, not in comparison to him and Chara. Work in progress, like always.] Are you okay?
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It sounds so simple. And yet Frisk's inhale is shaky, almost snatching up his paws as they let their breath back out in a rush, too relieved at the idea of not having to focus on much else but the softness of his paws. Too glad to contemplate if this is, perhaps, crossing lines, blurring the divide between themself and another child, someone who holds his hands and shakes and cries and asks him if it's you.
Still just you, Frisk.]
Thanks. [At the very least, they can let him know they appreciate it; try for a smile that they really aren't that good at yet, not in comparison to him and Chara. Work in progress, like always.] Are you okay?