Adult permission. That's a load of bullhonkey, that's what that is. Chara was born before most of the adults they know were! They don't need anyone's permission to do anything.
Their initial plan was to just walk right in and sit down brazenly. They're pretty sure Max would be too scared of them to even try and kick them out. But... hey, if they're already assured they can get away with bulldozing their way in, why not go the extra mile?
They're doing it. They're living the dream. Their life has become a literal cartoon, and nothing can stop them.
Behold: a definite total absolute adult walks in. Look, they're tall as an adult. (Or, to be specific, as tall as two Charas. Or one Chara and one Frisk stacked on top of each other.) Never mind that the trenchcoat they're in looks suspiciously lumpy, or that Chara sort of wobbles awkwardly every time they move too quickly, or that Chara has to keep whispering directions to the middle of the trenchcoat so it doesn't shuffle into walls. This is definitely an adult, and not Chara sitting on Frisk's shoulders.
Definitely.
[After Sweeney Todd]
It's late, but Chara isn't the least bit tired. They loved this movie. It may well have been the coolest thing they've ever seen. The gloomy-yet-absurd Tim Burton aesthetic, the blood, the music, the blood, the razors, the blood... now this is the kind of thing Chara can get behind! Their legs swing excitedly in their seat as the film ends, and they have their prized switchblade in their hands - the blade, thankfully, still concealed, but the way they toy with it probably isn't encouraging.
"I'm asking the closet for a copy of that. No, six copies," they announce, bright-eyed and eager.
Chara | OTA, will match action/prose
Adult permission. That's a load of bullhonkey, that's what that is. Chara was born before most of the adults they know were! They don't need anyone's permission to do anything.
Their initial plan was to just walk right in and sit down brazenly. They're pretty sure Max would be too scared of them to even try and kick them out. But... hey, if they're already assured they can get away with bulldozing their way in, why not go the extra mile?
They're doing it. They're living the dream. Their life has become a literal cartoon, and nothing can stop them.
Behold: a definite total absolute adult walks in. Look, they're tall as an adult. (Or, to be specific, as tall as two Charas. Or one Chara and one Frisk stacked on top of each other.) Never mind that the trenchcoat they're in looks suspiciously lumpy, or that Chara sort of wobbles awkwardly every time they move too quickly, or that Chara has to keep whispering directions to the middle of the trenchcoat so it doesn't shuffle into walls. This is definitely an adult, and not Chara sitting on Frisk's shoulders.
Definitely.
[After Sweeney Todd]
It's late, but Chara isn't the least bit tired. They loved this movie. It may well have been the coolest thing they've ever seen. The gloomy-yet-absurd Tim Burton aesthetic, the blood, the music, the blood, the razors, the blood... now this is the kind of thing Chara can get behind! Their legs swing excitedly in their seat as the film ends, and they have their prized switchblade in their hands - the blade, thankfully, still concealed, but the way they toy with it probably isn't encouraging.
"I'm asking the closet for a copy of that. No, six copies," they announce, bright-eyed and eager.