There's no mistaking the tremble in his tone, the flopping of his ears at either side of his head. Him as he was here last - looking the way he's meant to. No vines, no seething network of plantlike matter, no stars or bursts of blinding rainbows. Just a small, scared kid.
We were always just kids.
They stand there, basket in hand, feeling woefully, stupidly like someone trying to pretend to be something they're not; wide-brimmed sunhat, eyes too red, mouth open and grasping for words that might be halfway adequate. Only they're not. They never are. They're just another best friend waiting to happen. Another incredible friend who, upon reflection, is nothing more than not the greatest person.
They've never been good with words. Not the way Chara is. Chara would have a whipcrack retort, despite the paralyzing welling of emotions in their SOUL, and they'd be able to maintain it, that facade, pretending their world hasn't just cracked straight down to its CORE.
Takes them a minute to find their voice, mouth opening and then shutting, inadequately.
"Hi. I mean, um." What can they say? What do they say? "Are you...real?"
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There's no mistaking the tremble in his tone, the flopping of his ears at either side of his head. Him as he was here last - looking the way he's meant to. No vines, no seething network of plantlike matter, no stars or bursts of blinding rainbows. Just a small, scared kid.
We were always just kids.
They stand there, basket in hand, feeling woefully, stupidly like someone trying to pretend to be something they're not; wide-brimmed sunhat, eyes too red, mouth open and grasping for words that might be halfway adequate. Only they're not. They never are. They're just another best friend waiting to happen. Another incredible friend who, upon reflection, is nothing more than not the greatest person.
They've never been good with words. Not the way Chara is. Chara would have a whipcrack retort, despite the paralyzing welling of emotions in their SOUL, and they'd be able to maintain it, that facade, pretending their world hasn't just cracked straight down to its CORE.
Takes them a minute to find their voice, mouth opening and then shutting, inadequately.
"Hi. I mean, um." What can they say? What do they say? "Are you...real?"
Not that.