[They don't wait past that. The moment Asriel seems keen, Chara's tearing across the sand- not quite elegantly, since sand is- certainly not a terrain they're used to, but Asriel likely isn't doing much better.
The cliffs aren't too far away, and Chara's sure they can win if they really want to.
The thing is...it doesn't actually matter. If they win, if they don't. There's a smile on their face and for once, for once, they aren't thinking about it. Aren't worrying over the shape, the cruelty of their expression at any given time.
The race doesn't matter. Who they're racing does.]
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The cliffs aren't too far away, and Chara's sure they can win if they really want to.
The thing is...it doesn't actually matter. If they win, if they don't. There's a smile on their face and for once, for once, they aren't thinking about it. Aren't worrying over the shape, the cruelty of their expression at any given time.
The race doesn't matter. Who they're racing does.]