[They have been told that their face is "creepy" to witness, particularly when they fasten their gaze unremittingly upon someone's features without blinking or swaying or giving ground. And so they do not retreat, and they do not look away, and they do not, under any circumstances, blink.
Frisk's smiles are hardly a reassurance. Frisk smiles at the things that kill them. Frisk smiles at the notion that they will be living side-by-side with a murderous child with a fondness for knives.
Frisk smiles at potted ficuses.
Among other things.
And they name the Fallen Child, of course. No dignity for the dead any longer, and no respect for secrets. Chara smiles, and it is of a significantly less friendly brand than Frisk's. Their cheeks practically glow with the wide arc of it.]
I cannot imagine why one such as he would have nothing to say.
add salt and stir thoroughly. no more salt. more. that's not enough salt.
Frisk's smiles are hardly a reassurance. Frisk smiles at the things that kill them. Frisk smiles at the notion that they will be living side-by-side with a murderous child with a fondness for knives.
Frisk smiles at potted ficuses.
Among other things.
And they name the Fallen Child, of course. No dignity for the dead any longer, and no respect for secrets. Chara smiles, and it is of a significantly less friendly brand than Frisk's. Their cheeks practically glow with the wide arc of it.]
I cannot imagine why one such as he would have nothing to say.