Chara could pick this place. They could make all the dirt jokes they wanted if they did. But no, that's probably tasteless. They're learning their sense of humor isn't all that good.]
Up. Two bedrooms would be the best.
[One for each of them, both together with some privacy if they needed it. But they wait for Frisk's response. It'd...be fair if they had a say too?]
[As if they're going to have a problem with that. Hopefully, the rooms here actually do have two bedrooms; they'd never asked, and they haven't gotten round to poking their head into spaces they aren't allowed- not alone, at least.]
[A quiet note of agreement; it's not The Knife, but Frisk is quick to present a knife; something someone had helped them collect from the armory when they'd first arrived.They also have their taser... perhaps later, they'd ask Chara to check it's effectiveness. The answers they'd gotten thus far hadn't been the best.
[The Real Knife is sitting comfortably in Chara's hand. They had an excuse ready if it turns out someone lived here but for now it was better to just use ACT.
They pull open the door, step inside and take in the sights. Doors leading off to bedrooms and persumably a bathroom, various appliances and the strange way things curved. The straight edges they normally thought of a house having weren't really here.
But more importantly, no monsters. Nobody here at all.
Frisk slowly lowers their own weapon, eyeing off the odd curvature of the space around them, before wandering over to peer through one of the doorways.
Just a bedroom. Clean, but not in use.]
I guess this is ours, now.
[Ten years old and already co-renting. What a concept.]
[They'd make a joke about charging rent but there is no money here. Chara checks another room and discovers it's a bedroom as well. They feel something about finding a room. Yay.
There's a bathroom and a place to cook and relax. It's a bit nostalgic in a way. Too bad neither of them knew fire magic.]
I believe so. Feel free to pick a bedroom as I picked the place.
[The real question is do either of them know how to cook point blank (outside of spaghetti, that is). Since they're already close to the door they glanced in before, well. Frisk nods their head towards it, cracking an almost tentative smile at their new roommate.]
[It slips in easily. * You feel something. You just can't put a word to it yet.
With Determination, there was always a sense of moving. Going...somewhere. A jittery feeling or maybe that was them because when they woke it surged. An odd feeling when you've spent an unknown time in the dirt.]
That works. There are probably books around that we could find or someone to ask.
[If they could be trusted around more knives and fire, that is. And there's that old craving for chocolate now that they're discussing food. Yay!]
Well. There isn't really point to hiding them now, is there? Chara's already got one. Still; despite everything-
Maybe they could really make something of this space. A- well. Not that word, precisely, but a place they both like. In fact, Frisk's Determined to make it so.
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Chara could pick this place. They could make all the dirt jokes they wanted if they did. But no, that's probably tasteless. They're learning their sense of humor isn't all that good.]
Up. Two bedrooms would be the best.
[One for each of them, both together with some privacy if they needed it. But they wait for Frisk's response. It'd...be fair if they had a say too?]
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[As if they're going to have a problem with that. Hopefully, the rooms here actually do have two bedrooms; they'd never asked, and they haven't gotten round to poking their head into spaces they aren't allowed- not alone, at least.]
Then we go up.
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They stop on what they assume is the sixth floor. Room 601, apparently. It looks empty. Chara tries the door handle and it isn't locked.]
Are you ready to go in?
[They're confident that they can handle any 'surprise monsters!' the place may pull on them. Still, it's better that both parties are at the alert.]
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[A quiet note of agreement; it's not The Knife, but Frisk is quick to present a knife; something someone had helped them collect from the armory when they'd first arrived.They also have their taser... perhaps later, they'd ask Chara to check it's effectiveness. The answers they'd gotten thus far hadn't been the best.
First thing's first, however.]
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They pull open the door, step inside and take in the sights. Doors leading off to bedrooms and persumably a bathroom, various appliances and the strange way things curved. The straight edges they normally thought of a house having weren't really here.
But more importantly, no monsters. Nobody here at all.
* This feels a bit anticlimactic.]
We are alone.
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Frisk slowly lowers their own weapon, eyeing off the odd curvature of the space around them, before wandering over to peer through one of the doorways.
Just a bedroom. Clean, but not in use.]
I guess this is ours, now.
[Ten years old and already co-renting. What a concept.]
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There's a bathroom and a place to cook and relax. It's a bit nostalgic in a way. Too bad neither of them knew fire magic.]
I believe so. Feel free to pick a bedroom as I picked the place.
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...No spaghetti for a while, okay?
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[Maybe it a past timeline Papyrus or Undyne may have taught them. But it doesn't matter right now.
They smile back.]
I know some recipes for soup. What about you?
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There's a sense of ease to this that they've never had before. For once, they have the time to rest. To-
Discuss cooking. Like they expect to stay in one place, for a while.]
Uh, noodles...stir fry? We can learn more.
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With Determination, there was always a sense of moving. Going...somewhere. A jittery feeling or maybe that was them because when they woke it surged. An odd feeling when you've spent an unknown time in the dirt.]
That works. There are probably books around that we could find or someone to ask.
[If they could be trusted around more knives and fire, that is. And there's that old craving for chocolate now that they're discussing food. Yay!]
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[Speaking of the knifes-
Well. There isn't really point to hiding them now, is there? Chara's already got one. Still; despite everything-
Maybe they could really make something of this space. A- well. Not that word, precisely, but a place they both like. In fact, Frisk's Determined to make it so.
It's the least they could do.]