【自留】Fallen From Grace by V(46)
"What?" I scowl, "Of course I am!"
"Really?" He asks, "How old are you?" Has he really never asked that before?
"Nine years old, actually." I say, crossing my arms and turning away.
"You're kidding; I'll be nine in like two months!"
"Why do you always think I'm joking?" I ask him. He pauses for a minute.
"We need to clear this up." He says.
"Right."
"Help me take the TV back to the basement?"
"Sure thing." We take to both sides of the obelisk-like machine and start carrying it downstairs. The steps make an agonising creak, but Asgore's snoring is very audible from his and Toriel's room, so we keep steadily walking together until it's been dumped, presumably back where it came from. After the bean bags had been put away and the popcorn finished, we hop back into our beds. I try to close my eyes, but Asriel keeps calling me.
"Chara!"
"What is it?" I ask, groaning.
"Really?" He asks, "How old are you?" Has he really never asked that before?
"Nine years old, actually." I say, crossing my arms and turning away.
"You're kidding; I'll be nine in like two months!"
"Why do you always think I'm joking?" I ask him. He pauses for a minute.
"We need to clear this up." He says.
"Right."
"Help me take the TV back to the basement?"
"Sure thing." We take to both sides of the obelisk-like machine and start carrying it downstairs. The steps make an agonising creak, but Asgore's snoring is very audible from his and Toriel's room, so we keep steadily walking together until it's been dumped, presumably back where it came from. After the bean bags had been put away and the popcorn finished, we hop back into our beds. I try to close my eyes, but Asriel keeps calling me.
"Chara!"
"What is it?" I ask, groaning.