[It just won't - open is the thing. And that's when they dig their heels in, settling their mouth into a firm, determined line, and pull.
The thing swings open with the loud, pneumatic hiss of a vacuum seal popping, and Frisk staggers back with the unexpected nature of it, the force of it, nearly losing their balance entirely and going sprawling against the ground. And the subtle significance of concepts like rain and wet abruptly occurs to them as they stare at the veritable wall of water that floats there, inert, as though a pane of glass separates them from the rest of it.]
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[It just won't - open is the thing. And that's when they dig their heels in, settling their mouth into a firm, determined line, and pull.
The thing swings open with the loud, pneumatic hiss of a vacuum seal popping, and Frisk staggers back with the unexpected nature of it, the force of it, nearly losing their balance entirely and going sprawling against the ground. And the subtle significance of concepts like rain and wet abruptly occurs to them as they stare at the veritable wall of water that floats there, inert, as though a pane of glass separates them from the rest of it.]
...I guess that's why we thought it was raining.