[ hawke's got her sword slung on her back, the sleeves to her plaid shirt rolled to her elbows, and her jeans are covered in dirt and blood. she's not the happiest camper but she's making due. she wishes she had her armor but it's never flexible enough for cerealia and you know, being trapped out here gives her the same problem -- no protection, but plenty of maneuverability.
weirdly enough, she actually stops because her sneaker is untied, crouching down to lace the thing when she hears the sound of frustration from close by. her head jerks up and she spots frisk, her eyebrows furrowing as frisk begins to step on their mask. they're trying to break it, she can tell that much but they're obviously not succeeding. hawke feels... sympathetic.
so it doesn't take much for hawke to finish lacing her shoe, shoving her hands into her pockets and striding right over. when frisk stops stomping on their mask, they'll see another foot step right in and in one swift stomp, hawke shatters the mask into a bunch of tiny little pieces. it'll come together again, of course it will, but for now it's shattered. ]
bonus it up, bruh
weirdly enough, she actually stops because her sneaker is untied, crouching down to lace the thing when she hears the sound of frustration from close by. her head jerks up and she spots frisk, her eyebrows furrowing as frisk begins to step on their mask. they're trying to break it, she can tell that much but they're obviously not succeeding. hawke feels... sympathetic.
so it doesn't take much for hawke to finish lacing her shoe, shoving her hands into her pockets and striding right over. when frisk stops stomping on their mask, they'll see another foot step right in and in one swift stomp, hawke shatters the mask into a bunch of tiny little pieces. it'll come together again, of course it will, but for now it's shattered. ]
That certainly looks much better, doesn't it?