Slander and trickery. Chara looks positively scandalized by the mere suggestion! "Asriel gets to be a god for this event, so I get to be a demon. And he really was Hyperdeath, so..." There. Airtight logic. QED. Argument: super totally won.
They kind of want to slap that halo onto the ground, or bend it completely out of shape with their bare hands, or hurl it like a frisbee down the hall. They know it would ruin things. Would just kill any modest little amount of success their fumbling words actually had. But... it's tempting. There's not a single thing even slightly angelic about them! But... just let tonight not have problems, right? It'd take forever for Frisk to get the stupid thing pinned back up into their hair, anyway.
So Chara, begrudging reluctance etched into every inch of them, takes the halo and tosses it haphazardly over one of their plastic horns. They hope it falls off. "Don't get ideas. I'm only taking this because it's... a war trophy," they decide. "And I could probably throw it at people." If they can't be a demon, surely they can be Xena, warrior princess.
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They kind of want to slap that halo onto the ground, or bend it completely out of shape with their bare hands, or hurl it like a frisbee down the hall. They know it would ruin things. Would just kill any modest little amount of success their fumbling words actually had. But... it's tempting. There's not a single thing even slightly angelic about them! But... just let tonight not have problems, right? It'd take forever for Frisk to get the stupid thing pinned back up into their hair, anyway.
So Chara, begrudging reluctance etched into every inch of them, takes the halo and tosses it haphazardly over one of their plastic horns. They hope it falls off. "Don't get ideas. I'm only taking this because it's... a war trophy," they decide. "And I could probably throw it at people." If they can't be a demon, surely they can be Xena, warrior princess.