[Whether they expect a fight or not, they don't get one. And they're ready for it, staring for down and waiting for the backlash that surely- has to be- coming. She doesn't like the idea; she's inclined to argue factually, to cement an opinion down and follow through with her own dogged sense of- well.
Chara doesn't even have to go against the part of them thinking it. They agree wholeheartedly. And there's little satisfaction to be found with just nodding right back, when their blood is hissing through their veins and primed to the thought of attacking right back.
That's as good as they get, for the moment, exhaling slowly as they step through the archway of the Mess Hall.
And biting their tongue when their foot apparently steps down into absolutely nothing, sending them pitch first into a black abyss, no end in sight. Don't open your mouth, or the wind will take your breath. Don't keep your eyes open, because you'll see the ground just in time to hit it.
Falling never worked for them. They weren't trying to fall.
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Chara doesn't even have to go against the part of them thinking it. They agree wholeheartedly. And there's little satisfaction to be found with just nodding right back, when their blood is hissing through their veins and primed to the thought of attacking right back.
That's as good as they get, for the moment, exhaling slowly as they step through the archway of the Mess Hall.
And biting their tongue when their foot apparently steps down into absolutely nothing, sending them pitch first into a black abyss, no end in sight. Don't open your mouth, or the wind will take your breath. Don't keep your eyes open, because you'll see the ground just in time to hit it.
Falling never worked for them. They weren't trying to fall.
This is wrong.]