[Grudgingly, Chara has to admit-- that was pretty cool. To themself. Internally. The turtle never needs to know, especially when their claws are making a sound akin to nails dragging across a chalkboard as they gouge out chunks of rock on their way down- only five times louder, with little flecks of broken shrapnel raining down on the child's head.
Aside from that? Very impressive. Chara blinks down at them, torn on whether or not they should be incredibly offended by all of-- whatever the hell this is. It probably isn't wise to piss off the person saving your life, even if foregoing the reward of calling them out for babying you.]
I will manage, thank you. [That doesn't mean they won't sound as haughty as possible whilst edging closer, trying to gauge the safest way to go about this. One foot on, then the other, then...crouch? Let go? Rely on themself to have some balance and not immediately fall to their death?
They have no idea. Chara's got neither monkhood nor experience with wizard towers behind them, so they'll just-- wing it. Taking a deep breath, they start with one foot, arms shaking from the strain as they lift it up, place it on Eska's shell, put their weight back on it...lift... their other foot-
Add immediately beef it, shoe skidding off the surface of Eska's shell as Chara goes cartwheeling down to the churning waters below. Bye Eska. Bye Felicia. This dream was stupid anyway.]
MEET ME AT DENNYS FOR BREAKFAST ON ME SCRUB
Aside from that? Very impressive. Chara blinks down at them, torn on whether or not they should be incredibly offended by all of-- whatever the hell this is. It probably isn't wise to piss off the person saving your life, even if foregoing the reward of calling them out for babying you.]
I will manage, thank you. [That doesn't mean they won't sound as haughty as possible whilst edging closer, trying to gauge the safest way to go about this. One foot on, then the other, then...crouch? Let go? Rely on themself to have some balance and not immediately fall to their death?
They have no idea. Chara's got neither monkhood nor experience with wizard towers behind them, so they'll just-- wing it. Taking a deep breath, they start with one foot, arms shaking from the strain as they lift it up, place it on Eska's shell, put their weight back on it...lift... their other foot-
Add immediately beef it, shoe skidding off the surface of Eska's shell as Chara goes cartwheeling down to the churning waters below. Bye Eska. Bye Felicia. This dream was stupid anyway.]