♡ Chisk

Like what do you mean I'm still alive

One disaster after another..

{ 𝙁𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙁𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙎, 𝙄 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄'𝙈 𝙑𝙄𝙇𝙀.
𝙇𝙀𝙏'𝙎 𝙎𝙀𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙏 𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙀𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝙈𝙐𝙍𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝙀. }

━━━━ THE SOUL
━━ THE HOST
━ ATLAS

{ 𝗜 }
{ 𝗔𝗠 }
{ 𝗠𝗘. }

Did I disturb you..? M-My bad.. ❞

that's probably rude. That's like saying a hardcore biker can't own a kitten.. Still - how could a flower shop owner have a scar down his eye ?

❝ Maybe an accident.. ❞

A mumble under their breath, thoughts getting to them a little bit.

Color them curious either way.

❝ A-Are you on duty? Oh - +

Not only that, but they would feel a little bad putting Klowbi through the freezing touch of their skin.. Only brought on because from where they're from, they refuse to venture past Snowdin.

❝ O-Oh, I.... A.. Flower shop ? ❞

Curious. He doesn't look the type to take care of flowers.. Ahem, +

« 𝙀𝙍𝘼𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂 ALL WHAT’S
LEFT, THIS IS WHY I’M
HERE. 𓂃 I WILL KEEP
𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆, YOU ❪ 🌼 ❫
SHOULD BE 𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 〜 .ᐟ

. . .

Huh.. Didn't know I could sleep that long..

❝ Uh–Chisk..? ❞

Despite knowing that is, in fact, their name. Kris' question.. Made them feel off.

❝ Who- Who are you..? ❞

it's not like I'd be here without them - or - well. Not 'here', but –

. . .

I-I'm Chisk.. ❞

A pause. Wouldn't be off to say the silence was almost deadly, but they will pick up again.

❝ Can I.. Stick around? I-I don't have anywhere else to go – ❞

Eyes follow the movement of his hand..

Though, they inevitably choose to avoid the hand shake. Not in any malicious sense, they just.. Can't. They don't do well with touch. From fiddling to intertwined, they keep their hands close to their chest.

❝ I-I guess you can put it that way... I mean, +

< — Experiencing super bad SOUL pains.

take control of my body?

N-Not that they do it often, but sometimes I wake up and don't - or can't remember anything I did.

. . . I-I think. ❞

Looking down again, Chisk doesn't really fancy talking about themself like this.

❝ Just.. Makes my head hurt.. ❞

❝ Right.. Um.

They're mostly just voices I can hear. ❞

They'll start, hands brought together for thumbs to circle one other. Chisk will notice Klowbi's scars - the new one in particular.. Looks like it hurt.. Wonder if he fell? They also fall a lot.

. . . Anyways-

❝ Uh — I think? They can +

Poking with a stick.

of their head.. They feel as though this may sound like a whole lot of. Not true.

❝ I-If you even believe what I'm saying – I don't – think they're here right now anyway.. I can't -

I-I can't hear them. ❞

Oh shit. That's gonna be awkward to talk about.. Their fault, sometimes they speak and don't think beforehand.

Though, the reassurance seemed effective even if only slightly. Glancing at Klowbi once more, they'll give a little nod.

❝ Kind of.. In a way..? Um.. Two of them. ❞

Rubbing the back +

(( if you saw that no you didn't

know you, but I can't speak for them... Th-They don't tell me anything either so.. ❞

Ah, they seemed occupied.. Way to bother someone. A thought to immediately fill their mind. Now they can't help but feel a little bad - Unfortunately catching that quick glimpse.

❝ N-.. No–? ❞

Swallowing their nerves. They blink, maroon eyes avoiding any form of eye contact.

❝ I, uh, I don't +

❝ Huh – ? ❞

Being addressed, they instinctually look around. Ya know. Juuust in case they weren't being spoken too.

But..

Given that no one is behind them, next to them, or even near them.. Well.

❝ Um.. I-I think I'm fine.. Right here. I don't have anything you're looking for.

Probably.. ❞

(( this goes for here too

Tense–

Fiddling with the hem of their multi-stripe colored sweater.. They can only wonder if they did something, but the staring is.. Uncomfortably piercing.

A quick glance at Chara just to check if they're still being looked at, but their own gaze will fall back down to the ground they stand on.

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗣𝗨𝗡𝗞

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(( I forgot to add this too their little about on my pinned D:

Chisk IS an adult !

I am not particularly comfortable with writing minor characters-

“ᴋʀɪs, ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴏ.”

Max
ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴡᴀʀᴅʟʏ 4ᴛʜ ʜᴇʀᴏ

- ᴀɢᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ 14-19
- sᴇʟғ ɪɴsᴇʀᴛ
- sʜɪᴘs ᴡ/ ʜɪɢʜ ᴄʜᴇᴍ
- ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅ
- ᴀ ᴄᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ
- 4ᴛʜ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅ

❤️ + 🔄

What the hell- (x2)