"Oh." They stare into space, then look down as memories trickle back. They ought to be ashamed, and they are, but with its crippling intensity fogged up by sleep it feels inadequate.
"No. Um. You really didn't. Have to..."
They stand automatically, going to the front of the cell. The bar is rectangular, and even as their mouth waters they stare as though uncomprehending. "You... uh, wow. Thanks." The weight of it when they take it is familiar, even if the brand is not.
They blink at it. Then they blink at the hallway, looking lost.
"... Do you want some?"
No. They want to offer, and it's uncomfortable to push through the stupor into making decisions at all, but this isn't how Frisk will take it. Chara shucks off the candy's foil and breaks the bar neatly in half, already pressing one in Frisk's direction.
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"No. Um. You really didn't. Have to..."
They stand automatically, going to the front of the cell. The bar is rectangular, and even as their mouth waters they stare as though uncomprehending. "You... uh, wow. Thanks." The weight of it when they take it is familiar, even if the brand is not.
They blink at it. Then they blink at the hallway, looking lost.
"... Do you want some?"
No. They want to offer, and it's uncomfortable to push through the stupor into making decisions at all, but this isn't how Frisk will take it. Chara shucks off the candy's foil and breaks the bar neatly in half, already pressing one in Frisk's direction.