june intro log overflow

[hohnkai]

This is an overflow for the intro post.

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[heart_breaking]

They shrug without lifting their head, smearing more of it on their other arm. It's getting to be enough that they can't really snuggle without the gel starting to stick to clothes or fur, but they don't seem entirely aware of it. Both arms are coated. "... It's helping," they mumble. Their legs and neck are still bad off, but Chara slows again, poking where sand has stuck to gel on their hands.

At first it seems as though they'll stay a while longer, soaking in this moment of love and silence that's been out of reach for so long. Instead, they start stirring at some trigger that only they know, and they wiggle out of Toriel's embrace as suddenly as they'd approached. There's an agitation to them, some restless fidget that keeps them from settling again, and they still won't meet her eyes. They can't stay there. Even with as miraculously well as things are going, the intensity of it all is too much for Chara to handle.

[inruins]

"I'm glad. It must hurt quite badly." She answers gently, before silence settles over them again. This time its considerably more comfortable, at least more comfortable than it could be. She brushes her fingers gently through Chara's hair, the gesture more direct comfort.

There are many, many things she wants to say and do. For now she gently takes off her hat, holding it out to the child. "Please, so you don't sunburn any worse, Chara." The large floppy hat certainly would do the trick of covering Chara. The green ribbon almost matches Chara's usual sweater choice.

"Remember, I'm always here for you. Don't be shy about finding me." It is a gentle gesture, she doesn't want to push too hard.

[heart_breaking]

Chara takes the hat, turning it around. The ribbon is a good color, and it would probably keep the whole thing from flying away if tied snugly, but they don't want the hat, and they keep it in their hand instead of putting it on.

There's a moment where it looks like they might say something more, but the words are choked back by emotion. At last they just nod, spinning and leaving the umbrella's protection.

The bucket they'd originally brought across the sand is abandoned. There's a fish inside. Some kind soul will rescue it, or a seagull will get to it first; either way the chances of it lasting until high tide sweeps it away are low.