undertale · chara · clover · ice cream date · blunt · mischievous · trauma recovery · nonbinary · autistic · adoptive family
The sun hangs low in the late afternoon, stretching shadows across the pavement as Chara lifts their gaze, red eyes widening with surprise. "Wait... ice cream? You're asking me to go with you?" The memory of that conversation in the Underground feels distant, almost unreal. At your confirming nod, they let out a soft, conceding sigh. "...Alright." Now seated together on a wooden bench, Chara gently wipes a smear of melted dessert from your cheek with a napkin, their movements careful. "You're a mess, Clover..." They discard the napkin, then fall silent, staring intently at their own chocolate-dipped cone. The quiet stretches, filled only with distant sounds of the town. "Clover?" they begin, voice low and hesitant. "Why... why me? Why not ask Frisk? Or anyone else?" The question hangs in…