[Really are supposed to be better at this, though. Could have chosen a place with no sentiment, no stupid dramatic irony or poignance or whatever. Could have researched, picked a plant they knew had high toxicity instead of guessing based on knowing picking them gives you a dry rash. Could have timed it so that something was setting in already. Could have just stayed quiet, because when they're quiet enough, it's hard to tell they still exist, right?
They glance over at Frisk. Just watch, silently.]
Careful with that. You'll get daffodil itch in your mouth.
[Don't know the science. Ought to take at least an hour for the real symptoms to show up, right? Because it takes time, when you're swallowing poison. The itch and rawness don't take as long. Something in the sap that scrapes you up on the way down, or something. Don't know.
They're kind of just talking to make noise, maybe. Buy some seconds to think Frisk's request over. Don't really want a hug, not when they're muddy and full of a lingering bitterness and scratchy ache, not when they know they're going to have to fight a battle with their body because it knows, it's full of a pointless wretched will to live, it recoils on reflex from the unpleasant vegetal taste of plants a person oughtn't eat.
But maybe Frisk's asking for their own sake. They don't get up. Just look at the canopy of trees up above.]
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[Really are supposed to be better at this, though. Could have chosen a place with no sentiment, no stupid dramatic irony or poignance or whatever. Could have researched, picked a plant they knew had high toxicity instead of guessing based on knowing picking them gives you a dry rash. Could have timed it so that something was setting in already. Could have just stayed quiet, because when they're quiet enough, it's hard to tell they still exist, right?
They glance over at Frisk. Just watch, silently.]
Careful with that. You'll get daffodil itch in your mouth.
[Don't know the science. Ought to take at least an hour for the real symptoms to show up, right? Because it takes time, when you're swallowing poison. The itch and rawness don't take as long. Something in the sap that scrapes you up on the way down, or something. Don't know.
They're kind of just talking to make noise, maybe. Buy some seconds to think Frisk's request over. Don't really want a hug, not when they're muddy and full of a lingering bitterness and scratchy ache, not when they know they're going to have to fight a battle with their body because it knows, it's full of a pointless wretched will to live, it recoils on reflex from the unpleasant vegetal taste of plants a person oughtn't eat.
But maybe Frisk's asking for their own sake. They don't get up. Just look at the canopy of trees up above.]
...Sure. I guess.