Frisk hasn't been able to sit still all day. Nervous energy keeps them fidgeting, restless, and for all that Frisk has tried very, very hard to work on the lessons Toriel had set for them they just can't focus.

Frisk paces around the room, jumps on and off the bed repeatedly, checks and rechecks and rechecks their inventory for chisps and their dagger and everything they need for that justin-case they're praying with all their heart and soul won't happen. They're so wound up that when Toriel enters the shared room Frisk yelps and jumps nearly a foot in the air, whirling around with a scared and startled expression.

"M-Mom!"