[Once introductions have been made, Frisk settles down on one of the couches in the living room, setting their backpack down to dig through it. Their fingers meet something crumbling, and they remember. Mom's gift.
They've been trying to save it, but eventually the crust is gonna go stale. Only the cold's been preserving it as much as it has thus far. They hesitate a lot. It doesn't feel right to just wolf it all down themselves either.
Finally...]
I have pie. If anyone...
[If anyone wants some. You just can't have all of it. Frisk isn't ready to lose it all yet.]
Night
[Quark isn't the only kidlet with difficulty sleeping. It's early in the am that Frisk will jerk awake, eyes blinking rapidly in the heavy darkness. Even before then it would've been clear - had anybody been watching - that things weren't all well. Nothing harsh, but definite frowning and shifting in their sleep.
They could only remember vague flashes of what the nightmare was about this time. Which means it wasn't one of the worst, or even the particularly bad ones.
Still bad enough to prevent them from falling back asleep. Instead Frisk stands up, blanket still wrapped around themselves and shuffles into the kitchen, hoping to not disturb anyone. They needed some time to think.
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[Once introductions have been made, Frisk settles down on one of the couches in the living room, setting their backpack down to dig through it. Their fingers meet something crumbling, and they remember. Mom's gift.
They've been trying to save it, but eventually the crust is gonna go stale. Only the cold's been preserving it as much as it has thus far. They hesitate a lot. It doesn't feel right to just wolf it all down themselves either.
Finally...]
I have pie. If anyone...
[If anyone wants some. You just can't have all of it. Frisk isn't ready to lose it all yet.]
Night
[Quark isn't the only kidlet with difficulty sleeping. It's early in the am that Frisk will jerk awake, eyes blinking rapidly in the heavy darkness. Even before then it would've been clear - had anybody been watching - that things weren't all well. Nothing harsh, but definite frowning and shifting in their sleep.
They could only remember vague flashes of what the nightmare was about this time. Which means it wasn't one of the worst, or even the particularly bad ones.
Still bad enough to prevent them from falling back asleep. Instead Frisk stands up, blanket still wrapped around themselves and shuffles into the kitchen, hoping to not disturb anyone. They needed some time to think.
That's all. Just think.]