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[skelebro]

[Damn it. Damn it, he's supposed to avoid getting attached. This kid is the key factor in a lot of things, the a₁, the anomaly, and he made a promise to an old lady that he couldn't even keep and -

- and then they go and they say stuff like that.]

well, you know.
felt a little weird asking you point blank after everything.

[Should've asked them, honestly. That's what polite people do, huh? Instead of going behind different people's backs.

They're kids. He has to remember that. They're just kids.]

[save_theworld]

[Haha.

Which everything?

The message blinks up at them from the screen, one child sitting alone on their bed, room dark. Hard to tell the time; might be lighter outside. Might not be. Even if it is lighter- it's not necessarily day, is it?

...They delete the message.]

It's bean busy but now we can ketchup. Soy don't feel too bad.

[skelebro]

[And that, that right there - that's what always makes him hesitate. That's what has him prompting the warnings, what has him teetering on the edge of breaking that damn promise, but then he sees them and he knows, deep in his weak little fluttering birdtrap of a SOUL, that he can't do it.

Not without giving 'em a chance.]

you been hanging out with me too much, kid.
we mustard meet up sometime.

[save_theworld]

Its a date. ;)

[Lol.

At the very least, when Frisk puts their phone down onto their bedside table, it's with a smile.

The smile doesn't last very long, but, well.

At least they smiled. Slipping off the edge of their bed, Frisk makes to the kitchen; maybe, if they can find the stuff they need for it, Chara can show them how to make soup tonight.]