[Frisk hesitates, their gaze flicking between Asriel's face and his hands, and for a moment their eyes suddenly change. No, not just their eyes, but their whole face. The shape of their cheeks, the color of their skin...* Still just you, Frisk but still different, still not them.]
[They don't seem to notice, and they're back to normal in an instant.]
My h̡e͇a̓d͌ h̶̴̦̩͙ũ̬͂r̴͚ͬt̃᷁͒s̸᷂̺ͧ᷅.͈̅̃.̷̷̮̣̠̾᷈.͏ͨ̔
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[Frisk hesitates, their gaze flicking between Asriel's face and his hands, and for a moment their eyes suddenly change. No, not just their eyes, but their whole face. The shape of their cheeks, the color of their skin...* Still just you, Frisk but still different, still not them.]
[They don't seem to notice, and they're back to normal in an instant.]
My h̡e͇a̓d͌ h̶̴̦̩͙ũ̬͂r̴͚ͬt̃᷁͒s̸᷂̺ͧ᷅.͈̅̃.̷̷̮̣̠̾᷈.͏ͨ̔