[They're starting to get into something of a routine, here. Attempts to steal away on their own have been thwarted time and time again- and so Chara stops bothering, putting all their focus into one thing. Their Partner.
This isn't a castle in the mist, with resources abound and food waiting to be picked off of tables. Even water is a scarcity that must be collected- nothing can be taken for granted here. And so Chara's been busy; thrown themself into their efforts. Maintained a hammock, pilfered resources- watched trades occur. They're starting to learn, perhaps, who is more useful than others. Who they need to shoe-in some sense of moral obligation from- for the poor children, marooned and uncared for.
Word on the vine reaches them of some berry fields, at the lower half of the lake. It's easy, sweet food- something Frisk would enjoy. So that's their focus for today, backpack containing only the bare necessities as they set out on their own, one knife at their hip and the other five secreted away on their person. It is possible that perhaps, finally, they could be alone.
Or maybe not.
The child filching through the blackberry bushes is not smiling. Alone, they simply- function. Picking fruit, tucking it into their backpack. Repeat. It's mechanical, thoughtless. A lighter shirt adorns them; a long-sleeved, striped affair with a collar, but there's really no mistaking them.
Even without the smile, Chara can only look like one person.
August 22nd - Action =)
This isn't a castle in the mist, with resources abound and food waiting to be picked off of tables. Even water is a scarcity that must be collected- nothing can be taken for granted here. And so Chara's been busy; thrown themself into their efforts. Maintained a hammock, pilfered resources- watched trades occur. They're starting to learn, perhaps, who is more useful than others. Who they need to shoe-in some sense of moral obligation from- for the poor children, marooned and uncared for.
Word on the vine reaches them of some berry fields, at the lower half of the lake. It's easy, sweet food- something Frisk would enjoy. So that's their focus for today, backpack containing only the bare necessities as they set out on their own, one knife at their hip and the other five secreted away on their person. It is possible that perhaps, finally, they could be alone.
Or maybe not.
The child filching through the blackberry bushes is not smiling. Alone, they simply- function. Picking fruit, tucking it into their backpack. Repeat. It's mechanical, thoughtless. A lighter shirt adorns them; a long-sleeved, striped affair with a collar, but there's really no mistaking them.
Even without the smile, Chara can only look like one person.
It's still you.]