"Hm, you're right. My hunched posture could use some work, and I think I'm going to need a tattered cape to complete the effect," Frisk says, something like a genuine smile tugging at their lips. They forgot how fun Mari could be. But... Did they really deserve to be friends with someone like her? No, scratch that, did she deserve the hell that Frisk was inevitably gonna put her through? Nope. Not at all.

The smile quickly fades from their face. "But... no offense, but the whole 'Old 90s Antihero' thing is kind of a one-kid schtick. I'd like some privacy. Please." Great. Now they were being a jerk about it. Granted, it was kinda necessary, but... still.