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It was a warm summer evening when Frisk decided to ask Chara to spend some time with him after a long day of politics.
"Hey, Chara, want to go have a picnic with me? I don't think we've ticked that one off the list of clichés for couples yet."
Smiling, Chara replied, "Heh, sure, Frisk."
They went to a remote hill near Mt. Ebott to have their disgustingly cute meal. Frisk was lying on the grass, enjoying the sun while Chara was making floral crowns nearby, probably planning to give one to her mother and/or brother when she went back home. However, completing his list of oh‑so-common things couples do was only part of the reason Frisk asked Chara out here. He sat up and began picking at the grass when he asked, "Chara?"
"Yeah?"
"You know I like you—like, a lot—but…"
That's never a good way for one to begin a conversation with his girlfriend, but it did at least get Chara's full attention.
"…do you actually like me too?"
Chara abandoned her floral crown making to turn to Frisk.
"Of course I do! Why else would I be here?"
He was still looking away from her when he continued, "It's just… I don't want you to feel like you owe me anything for bringing you back. I wanted you to be your own person with your own freedom. If there's somewhere else you'd rather be, I won't hold you back here."
Chara then walked over, sat down between Frisk's legs, and put her hands on his shoulders, the serious hold. She looked directly into his eyes as she explained, "I'm not just here because I feel obligated to be, and it's not like you're overbearing and controlling when I want to do things on my own or go out with friends. I do have the freedom to spend my time with whomever I want, and I choose to spend it with you." Chara leaned in and wrapped her arms around Frisk's neck, resting her head on his shoulder. She added softly, "Right now, there's nowhere else I'd rather be." This relaxed Frisk immensely. As confident as he always seemed to be, he still had some insecurities. "So, even though you're royalty, you're happy dating a common peasant like me?" he asked with a little mirth. Chara leaned back again and rested her hands on his chest. "Well, you are the hero and liberator of an entire race of people. Such fame has its perks," Chara teased back.
"You're such an infatuated groupie."
"Well, you're a depraved flirt."
"Lovesick ingénue."
"Shameless seducer."
"Hero-worshipping coquette."
"Lewd player."
"Diehard fan."
"Brazen debaucher."
"Temptress, siren, seductress, vixen, femme fatale, tease!"
"No fair!" she said, shoving Frisk to the ground, though her giggling gave away that she wasn't serious. "There are more female-specific words for that than male!" "Clearly, the English language is sexist," Frisk said laughing as he rose back up on his elbows. "Hmph! I should file a complaint," Chara huffed, turning away and crossing her arms. Her boyfriend countered, "But what language would you write it in?" Chara lamented with, "Gah! The whole system is rigged!" and threw her hands up into the air before falling backwards onto Frisk. The boy gave an 'oomph!' and fell back onto the grass before wrapping his arms around Chara from behind. This position seemed to suit Chara just fine as she closed her eyes and sighed. "Comfy?" Frisk teased, to which Chara simply replied, "Mm-hmm." They stayed like that while they watched the sunset together, another thing to check off the cliché list.
"Maybe I don't appreciate being used as a bed."
"Well then maybe you shouldn't be so damn comfortable."