[[Oh. So he's...here. Frisk startles, and wishes, wishes with all their might that they could simply fade into nothingness like Napstablook does, but they don't even know how to cry themself a hat of ghost tears, let alone fade away into nothing.
They drop the ghost sandwich they'd been holding, all but hurling it back onto the platter it was positioned on, fumbling to grip at their sleeves and arms in an automatic clenching of fingers - forgetting for a moment that being incorporeal means their hands close only around empty air.]
Sorry. I'll go.
[They wisp back and back, prepared to simply waft through as many tables, chairs, and people until they drift into the next room over, their voice low and mumbled.]
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They drop the ghost sandwich they'd been holding, all but hurling it back onto the platter it was positioned on, fumbling to grip at their sleeves and arms in an automatic clenching of fingers - forgetting for a moment that being incorporeal means their hands close only around empty air.]
Sorry. I'll go.
[They wisp back and back, prepared to simply waft through as many tables, chairs, and people until they drift into the next room over, their voice low and mumbled.]
I'll go.