"How'd you even get in here without getting locked up again anyways?" You ask your old cell mate and partner.
"I'm a magical skeleton who could easily catch a bullet if I wanted to." He replies.
You give him a "tch" and continue to glare at him as you try your best to help Daniel in the condition you're in. Daniel was fine, just a few cuts and bruises here and there. G had gone easy on him. If he was someone else, G probably would have killed him. You shivered at the thought.
"You didn't have to hurt Daniel to get our attention. You could've just said something." You say while testing Daniel's injuries for the 1-10 scale of pain. From the corner of your eye, you can see G pouting like a child whilst blushing slightly. 'That's odd. He never blushes like that.' You think, confused and curious at the same time.
"So, how's Frisk? You treating her nice?" You ask G, attempting small talk.
"She's fine. Pap's also fine if you were going to ask." He proceeds to pull out a cigarette and lighter from his jeans pocket. After lighting a cigarette, he looks back at you and Daniel, still on the floor, awkward silence settling between the both of you. He lets out a quiet "heh" that your ears pick up."What's that supposed to mean? You mocking me or something?" You say, getting up to face him from behind the bars.
"That wasn't for you sweetheart." You growl at the pet name. "That was for Skinny over there." He gestures towards Daniel with his skull.
"Oh yeah? So what about him?" You challenge back. "You got some dirt with him or something?!"
G takes a good look at your face and takes in every little detail. The way your nose flares up when you're angry, your lips set in a small, disappointed frown and your eyes. Your (E/C) eyes that held a soft boldness he remembers seeing every time he would get you offended.
"Hey! You listening or what?!" You shout, snapping him out of his daze.
G just smiles and leans in to kiss your forehead. "Nah. I don't got dirt with your inmate. Just get better soon, baby." With that, he turns to leave.
You are now in a mental state of shock. You reach for your forehead and let your fingers brush the spot he kissed you. You turn around to face Daniel, only for him to flash you a fake smile, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.
"You okay?" You ask him, concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Great even!" He quickly replies.
'When I see that skeleton again, he'll be screaming for help.'