"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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The door swung open revealing the girl with the brown hair as she closes her umbrella.
"Im here to get my stuff." Frisk walk towards the employee of the boutique
"Can i have a name please?" The employee asked as the other keep tracks of their own business and the other customers
"Vanya." Using fake names is one of the strategic move she loves to use to avoid things that might happened one day.. But to some people who knew her for years Would probably know her real name.
The worker nod and lead her towards the dressing room that's more peaceful. There's few other customers and staffs walking around The room is filled with people with money People with power People who love.. Those who seeks for gifts for their couples One who's getting married And thus who just simply want to shop Or maybe bought it for a secret mission.
She could hear the whispers from the other ladies back there probably talking about how frisk dressed.
Frisk always wear something that isn't far from white or black sometimes she goes with beige.. Just usual monotonous colour that makes her look different from other who wore dresses or gowns.. She prefers trousers with vest and shirt She loves a masculine look..but it doesn't mean she couldn't wear feminine one either Depends on her mood or a job she's about to do.. And a skirt isn't really a flexible choice to wear especially when you're on a combat fight.
Frisk sat on the satin ottoman couch crossing her legs waiting for the lady to get the dress that she booked. She saw the gown at an auction she attended and thought it would be presentable to wear to the opera, many people bid for a high price for such clothing and luckily she won as the highest bidder Too bad something pretty always comes back torned frisk quite like the design and the pale colour makes it more appealing to her.
"Follow me mam" One of the staff lead frisk into a room filled with beautiful gowns wore by mannequins protected by glass door.
"Ughh, how long are we going to stay here chara iam dying of dehydration."
Frisk heard a whine from the other room that's half covered with a tule curtain She saw a goat monster with white platinum fur And beside him stood a girl about frisk age with almost the same hair and same body type They both probably have the same heights too.
