[Oh. Okay. They're leaving now. Frisk watches them go blankly until finally dropping their gaze back to the chocolate bar, left abandoned on the table. They try to summon...something, anything. Any particular strong feelings on the matter.
Nothing occurs to them.
Frisk sits there and continues to sit there for some time after, simply because it doesn't occur to them that they should do anything else.
no subject
Nothing occurs to them.
Frisk sits there and continues to sit there for some time after, simply because it doesn't occur to them that they should do anything else.
It doesn't matter very much anyway.]