[Frisk had been looking for shells, wading throught he surf to see what the churning sands revealed with each incoming wave. They have a decent collection in their bucket, and straighten up from finding a very prettily patterned spiral shell to spot those movements out of the corner of their eye.]
[The confusion gives way to recognition, and then excitement. She knows Hands! That must mean that Sans taught her, and that means she's a friend! And Frisk recognizes her from Del Pascia, too.]
[Frisk trots over to J, and sets down their bucket. They wait patiently until J notices them there, then signs slow enough that she should be able to read it.]
[J gets to the 'β' in the alphabets before she notices the small child beside her. She frowns a little at the sight of them as she at first mistakes them to be the rude brat whom she had met several months ago at the Mess Hall. But after taking the second glance she, too, remembers them from Del Pascia.
Though the frown on her face softens little only after they raise their hands and starts to move them in a pattern that's become very familiar to her during the past weeks. So, this kid must be Frisk. The one who Sans had mentioned earlier.
Narrowing her eyes, she focuses on reading their signs and it takes a short moment from her to understand what they're saying. Then slowly she signs back at them with rather clumsy and hesitant movements.]
[Clumsy or not, it's readable and Frisk nods with a beaming smile. Settling to sit down on the sand, Frisk signs back again. They could speak, but if she's still learning she needs all the practice she can get.]
[And it always feels better to Frisk when someone signs to them when they can't speak. It's only fair to extend J the same courtesy.]
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[The confusion gives way to recognition, and then excitement. She knows Hands! That must mean that Sans taught her, and that means she's a friend! And Frisk recognizes her from Del Pascia, too.]
[Frisk trots over to J, and sets down their bucket. They wait patiently until J notices them there, then signs slow enough that she should be able to read it.]
πβββ πβπ β‘βπ π§βββΌβ βΉβββΌβ ββ ββ
no subject
Though the frown on her face softens little only after they raise their hands and starts to move them in a pattern that's become very familiar to her during the past weeks. So, this kid must be Frisk. The one who Sans had mentioned earlier.
Narrowing her eyes, she focuses on reading their signs and it takes a short moment from her to understand what they're saying. Then slowly she signs back at them with rather clumsy and hesitant movements.]
ββπ πββππ§ βββπ¬ β‘βπβ
no subject
[And it always feels better to Frisk when someone signs to them when they can't speak. It's only fair to extend J the same courtesy.]
β βΉβββΌβ βπ ββ β βΉββ β ββπ£β βββπ¬ β‘βππ―βΌβ πβββ β βββπβ