CHAPTER TWO
Despite everything, Frisk always felt out of place in her waking life. After pouring a good quantity of cream into her coffee, she shuffled over to her small couch and curled up, cupping the warm mug with both hands and sipping it as she stared out the window. The sun had not yet risen, and all the street lamps were still faintly shining in the early morning. In the distance, she heard a dog bark and the rumbling of a garbage truck a few blocks over.
Temmie, now finished with her breakfast, came to curl up in Frisk's lap, purring loudly and contentedly. Frisk smiled as she stroked her furry friend, which in turn earned her even louder purrs.
Today Frisk had a day off, something that seemed to happen more and more often lately. She wasn't exactly complaining- she always had enough money for her rent and other necessities (it's easy to afford things when you have no bad spending habits and buy things mostly second hand), but she did get a bit lonely sometimes. Her coworkers at the little coffee shop where she worked were all kind and friendly to her, she'd even hung out with a few of them outside of the job. But still, she felt somehow apart from all of them. It was like she was outside a window looking in and trying to socialize through the glass. A sensation which she worried made her more awkward than she needed to be.
Finishing her coffee as she contemplated these things, Frisk softly moved an uncooperative Temmie from her lap and stood up to stretch. A few bones in her back cracked and she grunted. Padding back into the kitchen for another cup of coffee, Frisk thought about what she should do today. Laundry was done, and the apartment was relatively tidy. She didn't have any other chores to accomplish either, so it seemed the day was hers to conquer. She brought her fresh cup into her bedroom and began to get ready.
Frisk picked out a simple outfit; her favorite worn blue and pink striped sweater, plain black leggings, some comfortable boots, and the red heart pendant that she always wore. She never dressed too fashionably, in her opinion, but comfort always won over making a statement. Looking her reflection over in the mirror, she nodded to herself and moved to the bathroom to finish her routine.
Brushing her teeth carefully with a minty toothpaste, Frisk dug around for her small bag of makeup and hair brush in a drawer by the sink. She liked to wear makeup but didn't consider herself particularly talented with it. Like her choice in clothing, it was more important for her to feel comfortable. She quickly brushed her cropped brown hair, sticking a bobby pin on her bangs to hold them away from her face. A bit of concealer, some powder, and a light peachy blush was all applied carefully to her skin. Next, she took a soft brush and applied a light sparkly brown eyeshadow to the corners of her eyes. Finally, a bit of flicked eyeliner and mascara and she was finished. Peering at herself in the mirror, Frisk gave her reflection a small smile. She knew she wasn't an ugly person, heck sometimes she even felt cute. But like many women, she was often self-conscious of her image.
Always put your best face forward, she thought, flicking off the bathroom light and going back into the living space.
By now the faint rays of the morning sun were warming the room with a velvety light. Frisk grabbed a slightly tattered messenger bag and shoved her cell phone, keys, and wallet into it before slinging it over her body.
"Ok Temmie, I'm heading out! Have a good day sleeping ya cutie!" She reached down to pet Temmie, who had found a very comfy sunlit spot to sleep in already. Rolling over and stretching, the cat exposed the fluffiest part of her belly to Frisk, who affectionately scrubbed the cats' chest. Making sure she had turned off all the lights and the coffee pot, Frisk left her apartment, locking the door behind her.