One Step Forward
“…really not gonna like what happens next.” Frisk looked up from their position curled against the wall to see… blue. They blinked.
“Piss off, short stack,” the blond human snarled. “This is nothing to do with you, so shove it.”
“Nah. Think I’ll stand here for a bit. S'a terrible view but what can ya do.”
It took a second for the insult to click, and then the enraged man took a swing at the other, new human.
Things happened so fast Frisk almost missed them. The blue jacketed human stepped smoothly, almost lazily forward to the side, the yellow hair human, Flowers they’d called themselves, travelling forwards in surprise and momentum… and then crashing down face first into the snow.
Frisk didn’t blink, didn’t dare take their eyes from the humans, and that was how they were able to see that, as the blue human stepped forward, their left hand and left foot had moved ever so briefly and slightly; just as nonchalantly as the rest of the movement.
“Whoops,” the human said, back still to them as Flowers cursed and spat. “Guess this snow is pretty slippery, huh. You want to try that one again?”