G liked to think he had good self control. He wasn't prone to losing it, unlike other people. He was also patient, able to wait long periods for plans to bear fruit.
Both of those had been thrown out the window lately. The reason why was currently being held hostage by him at the moment.
When the police had come to arrest Chara, they had to go deeper in the house to question Frisk. They were quick when they saw G's eye still flashing magic. Frisk had protested at being carried and held hostage on the couch, before exhaustion took over. She fell asleep, starting to breath quietly in the way he fell asleep to after a heavy scene.
He sighed, leaning back. "What am I going to do with you?"
Honestly, when G had started working, he expected to be more attracted to Asriel. He was fun loving, friendly, out-going...the list went on. But, he had been drawn like a moth to a flame to Frisk.
Who knew that everything would be thrown out the window thanks to a pretty, snarky young brunette human?
He sighed, manuvering himself away. Throwing a blanket over Frisk's sleeping form, G walked away,
It was quiet at dinner.
Once again, Asriel had gone out with friends. G's gaze stayed firmly on his plate, while Frisk's was aimed at him. Toriel finished quickly, soon going to bed. Finally, she spoke.
"So, I'm your girlfriend?"
His fork hit his plate with a clatter. "Um..."
"Just wondering where we," she gestured between them. "Stood."
G leaned back, sliding a hand down his face. He glanced at her, before looking back up. "I reacted, because I didn't like the way he looked at you. Touched you." The last sentence was a snarl.
"So...it didn't mean anything?" Her expression was quiet, expectant.
"I don't know." He admitted, standing up. The rest of his dinner would be eaten later. When G turned back around from the fridge, he wasn't expecting Frisk to be standing behind him.
Or to pull him into their softest kiss yet.
G stared at Frisk, unknowing in what to do. He didn't do soft. Roughness was familiar. But seeing Frisk like this, cupping his face and eyes closed, he found he didn't give a damn.
It was hard not to hold onto her when she pulled away.
"I don't know what I'm doing." Frisk declared, turning and walking away.
To be fair, G didn't know either
