[They delay in taking it, for a heartbeat. Two. Then a small hand slips into her own, fingers curling stiffly as they take the lead, almost trotting in order to keep her larger strides at a fast walk.
They won't speak until they're absolutely certain there's no one else close enough to hear them, their voice entirely Frisk's, but the accent and sharpness completely not.]
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They won't speak until they're absolutely certain there's no one else close enough to hear them, their voice entirely Frisk's, but the accent and sharpness completely not.]
Peanut?