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[hellawrath]

Need something set on fire? Leave a message with Taako at Fantasy Walmart in the temple ruins and Lup might hit you up!

But you better bribe Taako or it'll go something like this
[3:02:15 PM] Jazzy:
"some dude wanted to talk to you"
[3:02:29 PM] Laura:
"was he hot"
[3:02:37 PM] Jazzy:
"nah"
[3:02:51 PM] Laura:
"nevermind then"

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[hellawrath]

[... Well that relief lasted about as long as a fart in the wind, thanks. That look they give her, checking her for injuries like it's their, their responsibility, it's-- One ear folds back, flicking uneasily. Something's up.

And whatever hint of a smile may have tugged at her lips at the sight of them alive and whole, it drops completely at their silent message. Their signing, their body language, the sense of business-like urgency in their not-words-- She's practically looking for a smile on their face that doesn't belong there.

But that's nonsense, that's utter horseshit, that better not be what's happening? The familiar feeling in her heart of a note ringing out to find its match better be wrong.

She lets the basket drop to the ground and steps forward to their side. Holds out her hand for them, because Frisk would take it happily.

Won't they?]

Alright. Let's walk.

[souldeterminant]

[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.]

Peanut?

[hellawrath]

[Motherfucker. That hesitation was all she'd needed, all she'd feared. This is-- this is bad. This is an outrage, a horror, like they haven't fucking suffered enough-- But all she can do is to keep her grip on their hand loose, barely touching as they lead her through winding paths away from camp.

As she keeps the fury and renewed grief and the weariness of the past week locked up inside of her, twisting and guttering silently until they decide it's safe enough to speak.]

Thought I'd give something new a whirl. Are you both there?

[souldeterminant]

[Her tone is crisp, but there's still plenty of relief to find there. She knows. They don't have to attempt an explanation, letting their hand drop from hers as their shoulders visibly lose some tension.
This is why they came to her.
There's no reason not to open Frisk's eyes, though they have to squint against the harsh lighting of the sun. Maybe someday, when the world deems it reasonable to give them a moment to exhale, they'll remember to request a pair of sunglasses for their Partner.]

No. [The child confirms grimly, fingers running over the hilt of their knife. Or, their knife, sheathed at their hip.] I don't know where Chara is.