[Chara- goes quiet. Maybe it's a subtle shift, but it's shift enough to allow the conversation to lapse, the only sound for several minutes the grating scratches as they both leave their marks on the room they've been locked in.
It's sort of easy work. They leave a cluster of hearts on the door (seven, haha), before taking a short break, switching their knife to their other hand. Honestly... they've never done this, before. It's not as easy on the wrist as they thought it would be.
Their next image is wonkier, but larger. A big, golden flower, with a wide smile. They don't even think about the smile until they've drawn it, but once Frisk realizes-- Flowey would probably like this room. It was his element. That's enough graffiti for now, surely. Definitely. Curious, they look over at what Chara's done.]
I cannot believe I fucked my white text and you just allowed that
It's sort of easy work. They leave a cluster of hearts on the door (seven, haha), before taking a short break, switching their knife to their other hand. Honestly... they've never done this, before. It's not as easy on the wrist as they thought it would be.
Their next image is wonkier, but larger. A big, golden flower, with a wide smile. They don't even think about the smile until they've drawn it, but once Frisk realizes--
Flowey would probably like this room. It was his element.
That's enough graffiti for now, surely. Definitely. Curious, they look over at what Chara's done.]