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"Mmh. I dunno..."

[Y/n] groaned as they pinched their nosebridge watching Frisk who stood in front the stall looking at the wide variety of items being sold, specifically focused on two things.

Whether or not he should wear the blue or purple bandana.

"Either buy one or get both. Its as simple as that." They said floating in front of them the gesture at both choices.

"That or you pick blindly."

The boy stayed still thinking long and hard on this dramatic and important choice (he had a style to uphold afterall)

The ghost wasn't amused simply laying their fast on the table, though failing as it fell through the otherside.

"I think I'll choose...."  the ghost lifted their head watching as he raised his finger "That one!" He said finally pointing at something past them making them twist their head.

"... So you wasted ten minutes just to choose something completely different?" They said a look of exhaustion on their face.

He nodded grabbing what had caught his eye as he eyed it up and down.

It was a simple dark blue cloak, with small inticrate stars sown into the bottom and placed a bit randomly everywhere.

"Now I can officially say I'm one of your favourite things In the world!" Frisk said, grinning as he adorned the cloak, clicking it on with the star shaped broach.

The ghost scoffed crossing their arms as they look down at the young teen.

"What makes you say such a thing?" They questioned as he went ahead and payed for it with what little money he had.

"Well you always say you loved stargazing and the stars so naturally I'm now apart of the things you love!" He said raising his arms out to stretch the cloak as he looked at them with pride as he grinned, though the villagers passing by looked at him as if he'd lost his marbles.

They looked at him rolling their eyes as they hid their smile.

"Fine, fine. If that's what helps you sleep at night."

He smiled, his toothy grin always present as he marched onwards his bag swaying around as he moved around with such energy.

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Frisk blinked. Slowly waking up from their deep sleep.

They sat up, yawning as she rubbed their eyes confused on what they'd dreamt about.

It was...

He paused trying to recall what it was she'd just been dreaming of mere seconds ago only to draw a blank.

Ah, that was going to be bothering them for a while now.

Sighing she kicked their legs off the bed, dangling them over the side for a bit before hopping out onto the floor.
He looked at the alarm clock seeing it was only 6:23 Am, around 40 minutes to when she'd actually wake up.

Their parents weren't awake yet from what he heard at least. They'd be gone by the time Frisk is up normally, they must still be asleep then. Okay. Their problem.

Frisk shrugged accepting their own early wake up and decided to just stay awake and do whatever while waiting, like finish their math homework they'd been procrastinating till today.

Ugh. Maths, of course it had to be maths.

He hated the subject as much as [Y/n] also did.

Atleast they had an excuse to not understand it, they never learnt the stuff Frisk has to learn (lucky them).

She smiled remembering how confused they were when showing them the homework they now got, a vast change from primary school, much to [Y/n's] hatred. Even when assisting their classes as a ghost they just struggled a lot with understanding the formulas and techniques needed.

Frisk looked at their textbook a small smile on their face as they recalled that memory, their hands trailing over the little sketches they'd done with [Y/n] back when they'd be besides him in class. She wishes they'd come back home soon, wherever they are.

Man.

This whole situation sucked.

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