[The days roll every on and on, and they make little difference to Chara. The date may as well be six months ahead or back, and it would be utterly - inconsequential. There's a truly inspiring joke buried in the levels of meta there, but perhaps saying it aloud would spoil the mood and completely strip away what semblance of control one has over the situation. Can't have that, can we?
They've not been sleeping, and when they do it's in fitful bursts, easily jolted awake. This is nothing new. The tent snaps with each gust of wind, jarring them back into their typical state of hyper-alertness even as they do not flinch or falter.
Frisk speaks, and they turn their gaze in their direction.
For a moment, they regard them warily, as though anticipating a burst of laughter and a Just kidding! But no, this would be pointless - Frisk is altogether too sincere for that sort of thing.]
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They've not been sleeping, and when they do it's in fitful bursts, easily jolted awake. This is nothing new. The tent snaps with each gust of wind, jarring them back into their typical state of hyper-alertness even as they do not flinch or falter.
Frisk speaks, and they turn their gaze in their direction.
For a moment, they regard them warily, as though anticipating a burst of laughter and a Just kidding! But no, this would be pointless - Frisk is altogether too sincere for that sort of thing.]
What for?