[They blink, slowly, red eyes to mirror Chara's own watching in silence for too long, waiting for a visible sign of acknowledgement or rejection. They more expect the latter, but they need to know.]
...did you hear me?
[Maybe they need to approach to provoke anything. Frisk rolls onto their belly and crawls under the bed, and reaches out to touch one of Chara's hands. Not to grab, only lightly, an indication of their presence.]
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...did you hear me?
[Maybe they need to approach to provoke anything. Frisk rolls onto their belly and crawls under the bed, and reaches out to touch one of Chara's hands. Not to grab, only lightly, an indication of their presence.]