[ He shifts his bag slightly, rolling up the left sleeve of his pullover and pulls it as high up his arm as he can, almost to his shoulder, as he talks and walks, attention diverted with a quiet excitement. ]
Throwing spears isn't that scary. I've had harpoons thrown at me tons of times! Look~
[ Once he's done fussing with his sleeve to expose his bicep, he sticks his arm out toward Chara to give them a closer look — just to show off a thin, pale scar. He almost seems strangely... proud? ]
[ Alberto watches Chara miming the move with a raised eyebrow, and responds musingly, but does stop in his tracks after they're done mimicking the move. ]
Okay, magic spears do sound scarier, but... Do that suplex again...? Show me?
[ Alberto knows more or less what the word wrestling means, but he doesn't know about any particular moves or fandom surrounding it... Hard to tell
And yes, he, uh, may have just unwittingly invited Chara to pretend to beat up on him. ]
[Chara is very sure they couldn't actually do the move on Alberto so! They're going to mime the move again, stopping as well so that Alberto can get the jist of what they're doing.]
Only imagine it's like, with a boulder. And the boulder breaks at the end of it.
[ Alberto watches more carefully this time, eyes widening when he tries to envision it with a person, but... when Chara mentions again that she does it with boulders, that draws Alberto's eyes to Chara's, brow tugging a little in thought and confusion. ]
[ And Alberto's not gonna ask questions and accept that statement at surface level, just as intended. ]
Man... I knew you were tough, but I dunno, not that tough — no offense. It's a compliment, eheh... I just, uh—
[ He rubs the back of his neck with his hand uncomfortably as he picks up the pace again, shifting it to awkwardly adjust the strap on his bag, as if that was all he was doing, and not self-conscious at all. ]
...I dunno how to fight. I mean— I can, but...
[ He doesn't finish that sentence, gaze askance as they press on.
"I can, but..." probably meaning he's fought before, but... he's lost. Which is halfway true. ]
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[Waterfall is a unique little place, that Chara didn't care much for.]
She suplexes them, and she throws spears at you.
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[ He shifts his bag slightly, rolling up the left sleeve of his pullover and pulls it as high up his arm as he can, almost to his shoulder, as he talks and walks, attention diverted with a quiet excitement. ]
Throwing spears isn't that scary. I've had harpoons thrown at me tons of times! Look~
[ Once he's done fussing with his sleeve to expose his bicep, he sticks his arm out toward Chara to give them a closer look — just to show off a thin, pale scar. He almost seems strangely... proud? ]
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[Chara mimes what a suplex looks like, as best as they can considering they aren't trying to do it to someone.]
It's scary when they're magic spears.
[They turn to look at the scar and are thoroughly... Unimpressed. They have more scars than that.]
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Okay, magic spears do sound scarier, but... Do that suplex again...? Show me?
[ Alberto knows more or less what the word wrestling means, but he doesn't know about any particular moves or fandom surrounding it... Hard to tell
And yes, he, uh, may have just unwittingly invited Chara to pretend to beat up on him. ]
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[Chara is very sure they couldn't actually do the move on Alberto so! They're going to mime the move again, stopping as well so that Alberto can get the jist of what they're doing.]
Only imagine it's like, with a boulder. And the boulder breaks at the end of it.
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Boulders...? Why?
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[Because that is one thing to be fearful of, being suplexed by a fish woman in full armour.]
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[ Too casual...? At least his voice rings as impressed, if not mildly concerned. ]
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[Just going to leave out that technically it was Frisk and not them that was going to be killed, even after Chara had their SOUL.]
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Man... I knew you were tough, but I dunno, not that tough — no offense. It's a compliment, eheh... I just, uh—
[ He rubs the back of his neck with his hand uncomfortably as he picks up the pace again, shifting it to awkwardly adjust the strap on his bag, as if that was all he was doing, and not self-conscious at all. ]
...I dunno how to fight. I mean— I can, but...
[ He doesn't finish that sentence, gaze askance as they press on.
"I can, but..." probably meaning he's fought before, but... he's lost. Which is halfway true. ]
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Yeah? At least I can say I've won my fights.
[Even if RESETting made them all moot.]