"You can't force me to do anything. How nice of you."
There is an unmistakable note of scorn there as Chara ceases their fiddling with the blossoms coiled around their arms and along the lines of their clavicle, and fold their hands neatly behind their back.
They look like they're about to cry.
This is not an atypical state for them, all things considered.
"And if I told you my sole desire was to leave?" Their eyes spark, deep and red, their smile curling in such a way that leave means, very certainly, something else entirely. "What would you do then?"
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There is an unmistakable note of scorn there as Chara ceases their fiddling with the blossoms coiled around their arms and along the lines of their clavicle, and fold their hands neatly behind their back.
They look like they're about to cry.
This is not an atypical state for them, all things considered.
"And if I told you my sole desire was to leave?" Their eyes spark, deep and red, their smile curling in such a way that leave means, very certainly, something else entirely. "What would you do then?"