"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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It's just another day for whatever next to come, frisk washed her face and brush her teeth as always Drink her pills and stare at herself in the mirror It's like an everyday routine for her Her face is as stoic as it always been, she has dull amber eyes and ashy brown hair that's still wet hovering above her shoulder, After drying her body and hair she walks towards a room
Her own walk-in closet is just right infront of her It still has a lot more space for her to put on new clothes in the future. the thing is, is that her expenses are now controlled by that numbskull..Well, maybe that's a lesson for her to stop overbuying those designer's brand outfits and more on trying to survive, but oh boy once she got paid well enough she's going to treat herself to the mall. Who would've thought someone like her likes to go shopping even when the type of clothes she chooses are almost the same color and design
She put on her Dak chocolate three-piece suit and grab her shoulder gun holster, she put her new toys in it and hide it behind her blazer, grabbing her comb as she brushes her damp hair, It's an effortless look but it's still good. Grabbing her socks and spectator shoes to match her whole outfit, And not forgetting to Spray her favorite perfume to make her smells like roses instead of blood and dirt. She prefers to stay clean, So a handkerchief and glove is a mandatory
She stares at herself in the full body mirror Feeling powerful and in charge, frisk do a pose to see how she should look like when she stands up A pose when she about to shoot someone and a pose showing her girly side, Chuckling from her own silliness And feeling embarrassed about doing it Well she doesn't usually wear a suit but because it's too much just for being a mercenary But now since she's apart of the mafia She should probably get used to it.
She decided to make her own breakfast today because she's still not happy about what g did last night Frisk doesn't know why she's so ticked off by it she has never been this sensitive or taken any offense seriously She did get angry about clammy grabbing her arm so forcefully without her consent and for a girl like frisk consent is everything. Just like for every woman and girls out there who's voice isn't heard by a powerful man Getting dragged by the wrist is kinda triggering for her. It reminded her a lot of that sunken son of a bitch place in Russia where little girls and boys are branded and sold to Pedophiles and disgusting mens with nymphomaniac disease. Good thing she blows up that place long ago if not she would've waste her time torturing them right now.
She pulls her collar to let more space to her neck before finishing her burnt bacon and eggs. it wasn't good at all, frisk can't cook for shit But her ego is telling her to shut up and eat.
A knock came by catching her attention, she knows who that is and walks towards the door to open them Greeted by the familiar skeleton frisk doesn't look happy "Kitten! You look absolutely dashing" g boomed but frisk didn't give him any expression "Gee you're still mad? you didn't even come to have breakfast with me today have you eaten?" Frisk rolls her eyes, "Are you gonna come in or not?" He chuckles walking inside the spacious living room The curtain is open wide showing the sunny city
