"Bought you a sewing kit."
"What for?"
"For you to sew your balls back on."
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Frisk.
Young
Smart
And fast
a calm before a storm.
She works as hitman and qualified as a professional at her work.
Used to be enrolled in...
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Frisk sat quietly at the limo not letting out any sound She's silent since the meeting, g couldn't even hear her breathing "How was it?" He started, lighting his cigarette as smokes escape his bony lips "How was what" she replied. He chuckled "You seems pretty tensed back there, something on your mind?" The girl too light up her cigarette crossing her legs as she smoked away her answers "You'll get used to it" grabbing the bottle glass of whiskey as he pours it for themselves. Offering frisk a glass and she accepted it with no hesitation and as a heavy drinker she is frisk let the liquid flow like a bullet in one shot "That other skeleton. Who is he?" Frisk questioned Pouring herself another glass He chuckled "why? You took an interest in him?" Frisk glared "I already have enough skeleton to take care of I don't need another numbskull." G let out a laugh Only making her roll her eyes "His name is WD gaster short for wing ding. stupid name for a genius I might say, He's the biggest illegal weapon supplier in the continent. Don't mess with him it'll be messy to have war with the gasters" Frisk only nod not asking another question even she actually wanted to know more
"You know. Back there during the meeting...Sans was staring at you for far too long, do you perhaps know him?" Frisk didn't answer "Hm, it seems like you both met." G exclaimed She couldn't deny that she haven't but frisk still try to find other excuses "No. I never met him" The skeleton stared at her trying to see what's her mind and body language is saying
"You know frisk" He clears his throat grabbing another cigarette as he rubbed it on his bony lips. Frisk relaxed body is now tensed, one thing that she catches up on him...is that g never calls her name "I really fucking hate liars." Just by that simple words, frisk know she shouldn't have said what she said. Biting the inside of her cheek before stubbing the tip of her cigarette on the ashtray
"Yes. We met...twice" "Where" "Back then, the day where i was supposed to meet my clients and yesterday on your club. it's a mere coincidence." Finishing off her drink looking out to the window, he hum "You have any contacts or any relations whatsoever?" "No. Not really..the first time we met he threw a prank on me with a whoopie cushion in the hand trick, and last night at your club he greeted me while im waiting for a drink." "He came to my club?" "Yes. And is probably observing. I tried to ask about his business coming there to the club because he looks like a city hoodlum with that bulletproof vest. but he didn't answer, Perhaps a discreet reason." G sat there in silence for a minute. "You'll be visiting the club more frequently I suppose. Just for this two weeks to see if he came again. I want you to write it down. The day, the time, and whatever the fuck he's doing there in a bullet journal. You understand?" Frisk nodded. They both finally arrived at a fancy restaurant. "And by the way kitten Don't ever lie to me again got it?" Frisk nodded as g gave her his usual grin, the valet opens the door for them helping the two important figure walked down from the limo.
