[If Chara was expecting to be able to hide behind a scripted, completely controlled encounter, they're sadly mistaken. Barely are the words out of their mouth before something pushes through the gap in the door, throwing its full weight against Chara's body.
Tibia takes a moment to gaze happily up at the child, her small claws wrapped around their waist, before she steps back to take their hand and lead (read: pull) them into the room. Wade, watching this, chuckles fondly from where he's sitting on the bed.]
Guess it doesn't matter what I think, huh? Gotta go with what the lady says.
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Tibia takes a moment to gaze happily up at the child, her small claws wrapped around their waist, before she steps back to take their hand and lead (read: pull) them into the room. Wade, watching this, chuckles fondly from where he's sitting on the bed.]
Guess it doesn't matter what I think, huh? Gotta go with what the lady says.