For a long, silent moment, Shiro just looks at Chara.
He's probably thinking something deep, something inspiring and charismatic. Something to spur this conversation into a revelation. Or rally the metaphorical troops around them.
Instead, there are visions of teens and grown-ass adults slamming each other with broken pieces of doors and using pastries as fake eyeballs. And getting handcuffed to alien trees because they could not keep their hands to themselves.
He looks over at where Asriel and Frisk are harmlessly doing something wildly more appropriate than any of those aforementioned memories.
And then, he says, with the gravity of a person who has looked after people far more trying and far more exhausting than a monster and their sibling:
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He's probably thinking something deep, something inspiring and charismatic. Something to spur this conversation into a revelation. Or rally the metaphorical troops around them.
Instead, there are visions of teens and grown-ass adults slamming each other with broken pieces of doors and using pastries as fake eyeballs. And getting handcuffed to alien trees because they could not keep their hands to themselves.
He looks over at where Asriel and Frisk are harmlessly doing something wildly more appropriate than any of those aforementioned memories.
And then, he says, with the gravity of a person who has looked after people far more trying and far more exhausting than a monster and their sibling:
"Buddy. You have no idea."