[ when firo enters the kitchen, he's greeted by silence. silence, and more footprint of pink goo. there's little pink hand prints all over the counter tops, tables, and a drawer sits open, if he ventures a little deeper to look. the cutlery has been ransacked! there's a few spoons on the floor, likely because they got stuck to the culprit's arm as they pulled a utensil out.
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and in the center is, uh, a pink child.
silently, they look back at firo, tilting their head a little... before raising a spoon and scooping up just a bit of the pink goo from on top of their head. they then proceed to lick it off.
they nod.
yes, frisk is fine. ]