[No reply comes, and Frisk waits. And waits. And eventually allows the phone to slide from their hand onto the covers, maneuvers themself over the side of the bed, drops carefully down to the floor. Sits on the bottom bunk and doesn't stare at the door.]
[Nobody came.]
[Until she did, the rap of knuckles on wood against the other side, and somehow Frisk knew she would, because now - somebody always comes. Then, they're shooting to their feet and making their way over, a flutter taking hold of their stomach. They're not sure why they're so nervous all of a sudden. Her text sounded... surprised?]
[Upset?]
[It doesn't matter, since Frisk pulls open the door and stares up at their visitor, their posture heavy with something that doesn't break through their guarded expression. Quiet, because like everyone else...]
[Action]
[Nobody came.]
[Until she did, the rap of knuckles on wood against the other side, and somehow Frisk knew she would, because now - somebody always comes. Then, they're shooting to their feet and making their way over, a flutter taking hold of their stomach. They're not sure why they're so nervous all of a sudden. Her text sounded... surprised?]
[Upset?]
[It doesn't matter, since Frisk pulls open the door and stares up at their visitor, their posture heavy with something that doesn't break through their guarded expression. Quiet, because like everyone else...]
[She must have gotten hurt by this, too.]