I am alive
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"Princess," G calls, "c'mere."
You were not going to take his treatment, so you decided to just sass him instead. Putting one hand on your hip, you glanced over at G.
"Don't call me that."
G chuckled, amused by your attitude. He got up and walked over to you, hand on your shoulder. "Why not?"
Scoffing, you try your best to show no weakness. "It's a stupid name."
"Stupid name for a stupid person."
Eyebrows widening, you looked at G questionably, oh no he didnt.
"Me? Stupid? I wasn't the one who forgets to lock the doors." G pouted, "Princess, I
told you to forget about the incident!"
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Papyrus and frisk watch from above, giggling to each other, "they sound like a married couple."
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