[Frisk is so enraptured by Snowpoff's handling of the fan that they nearly don't process the small objects that seemingly materialize out of thin air. It's only once the hair pins land on the rumpled covers with a slight bounce that their eyes track, and Frisk picks them up curiously, rolling the pins between their fingers. Confusion sweeps over their expression for just a moment before settling into mild surprise.]
[It's another gift.]
[... heh. Just their style, too.]
[Frisk says nothing. Instead, they reach up and pat down some of the frazzled bed-head, pulling hair tight against their scalp, and awkwardly push all three pins into place: one above each temple, and the biggest pin holding back the thick sidesweep of bangs always threatening to fall across their eyes. It's an unskilled hand that does it, leaving Frisk looking - quite frankly - a bit silly, but they practically beam with sleepy satisfaction as they smooth down the flyaways and peer back up at Snowpoff.]
[Only to catch sight of the bell.]
[Now Frisk's eyebrows raise to their hairline, and they follow her gesture to the other two beds. They don't understand. Not until they reach forward and pick up the bell, which lets loose a soft ring in response to the handling - a thin, light note, echoing through Frisk like the chime of a music box beneath rain, and something that feels a lot like a SAVE settles inside them.]
[They blink, stunned by the feeling of safety they haven't found in many places - soft white fur, the hard ridges of unforgiving bone pressed against their arms. The bell rolls in their palm, and they stare at it, dumbfounded. Gaze bouncing to the two bunks sandwiching theirs: unoccupied, at the moment, but so often holding two of the most precious souls Frisk can think of.]
[Then their eyes raise to the wolf in a slow, understanding nod.]
[Ammy watches how carefully Frisk toys with the hairpins, a gentle smile tugging up at the corners of her lips, exposing her teeth slightly in a very wolfish smile. She laughs her quiet, wheezy chuckle when Frisk tries to pin back their hair, only to make the mess of brown scruff even more messy. Of course, she just nods her head in approval though, like any friend would. Honestly, she'd help if she could, but...yeah. Not possible. But she's sure they'll get the hang of it eventually, or have someone more skilled assist them the first few times. Frisk has many friends, and it's possible Chara may know how to help their roommate with the kanzashi would unraveling the fabrics that make the heart and wings. Of course, Ammy could fix the pins if that were to happen, but child ought to learn to care their belongings, especially gifts from their friends. Gods create miracles, they don't solve tiny life problems because you want them to.
When Frisk reaches for the bell, and it chimes its gentle note, Ammy's posture seems to shift a little. She's less the silly dog they know and love, and more the god wolf that watches over the whole castle when she can. Her dark eyes reflect a wisdom that transcends time itself, and the looks she gives to Frisk speaks volumes. Do not misplace this, do not break it, and do not hoard it for yourself - and nor should the other two. This gift she is giving to Frisk now, but it is truly a gift for all the children that dwell with them. There is only one Peace Bell, a holy artifact that cannot be replicated, and they need to share and use it wisely. She trusts them to do so, and thus is surrendering it now.
That Frisk understands her silent stare makes the wolf smile again, but this time with pride and satisfaction. Ammy breathes out as she feels a swell of energy flow through her, filling her chest with warmth and spreading out through her body. It's meant to be rejuvenating, but Ammy just feels so satisfied and relaxed that she stretches out her back with a huge yawn, dismissing the Fan Menu with a poof! and a snort, then lays her head on Frisk's pillow where it's still warm from when they laid there.]
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[It's another gift.]
[... heh. Just their style, too.]
[Frisk says nothing. Instead, they reach up and pat down some of the frazzled bed-head, pulling hair tight against their scalp, and awkwardly push all three pins into place: one above each temple, and the biggest pin holding back the thick sidesweep of bangs always threatening to fall across their eyes. It's an unskilled hand that does it, leaving Frisk looking - quite frankly - a bit silly, but they practically beam with sleepy satisfaction as they smooth down the flyaways and peer back up at Snowpoff.]
[Only to catch sight of the bell.]
[Now Frisk's eyebrows raise to their hairline, and they follow her gesture to the other two beds. They don't understand. Not until they reach forward and pick up the bell, which lets loose a soft ring in response to the handling - a thin, light note, echoing through Frisk like the chime of a music box beneath rain, and something that feels a lot like a SAVE settles inside them.]
[They blink, stunned by the feeling of safety they haven't found in many places - soft white fur, the hard ridges of unforgiving bone pressed against their arms. The bell rolls in their palm, and they stare at it, dumbfounded. Gaze bouncing to the two bunks sandwiching theirs: unoccupied, at the moment, but so often holding two of the most precious souls Frisk can think of.]
[Then their eyes raise to the wolf in a slow, understanding nod.]
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When Frisk reaches for the bell, and it chimes its gentle note, Ammy's posture seems to shift a little. She's less the silly dog they know and love, and more the god wolf that watches over the whole castle when she can. Her dark eyes reflect a wisdom that transcends time itself, and the looks she gives to Frisk speaks volumes. Do not misplace this, do not break it, and do not hoard it for yourself - and nor should the other two. This gift she is giving to Frisk now, but it is truly a gift for all the children that dwell with them. There is only one Peace Bell, a holy artifact that cannot be replicated, and they need to share and use it wisely. She trusts them to do so, and thus is surrendering it now.
That Frisk understands her silent stare makes the wolf smile again, but this time with pride and satisfaction. Ammy breathes out as she feels a swell of energy flow through her, filling her chest with warmth and spreading out through her body. It's meant to be rejuvenating, but Ammy just feels so satisfied and relaxed that she stretches out her back with a huge yawn, dismissing the Fan Menu with a poof! and a snort, then lays her head on Frisk's pillow where it's still warm from when they laid there.]