[Frisk yelps and jumps when Nick speaks, scrambling to catch their phone before it falls to the ground. Not that they have any fear of it breaking, but, you know. Habit. They blink up owlishly at the fox, frowning a little when he trails off in confusion.]
[* Smells like an idiot with cheap cologne.]
[Ignoring Chara's commentary, Frisk bites their lip.]
no subject
[* Smells like an idiot with cheap cologne.]
[Ignoring Chara's commentary, Frisk bites their lip.]
...I know. 'M just...lost.