[He doesn't have to worry; they're already out the door. And the first location on their agenda is his room- Frisk's room, more importantly. Their steps are quick, just short of running, and they're blind to anyone they might pass on the way, pushing the door open so hard it slams against the wall-
But nobody came.
...A frustrated exhale. There's nothing here; just two empty beds, rumpled from use. One more rumpled than the other.
It's not Sans', for once. There's a little pot on the bedside table; a few flowers growing inside that have yet to bloom...figures that they'd be into taking care of them.
Chara almost leaves when it catches their eye- and closer examination yields...something, at least. Frisk must have dropped the flower under their bed, at some point. No one told them you aren't supposed to cut the stems straight; they live longer if you slice at an angle.]
Welp- 1/2
But nobody came.
...A frustrated exhale. There's nothing here; just two empty beds, rumpled from use. One more rumpled than the other.
It's not Sans', for once. There's a little pot on the bedside table; a few flowers growing inside that have yet to bloom...figures that they'd be into taking care of them.
Chara almost leaves when it catches their eye- and closer examination yields...something, at least. Frisk must have dropped the flower under their bed, at some point. No one told them you aren't supposed to cut the stems straight; they live longer if you slice at an angle.]