The Devils Raven

Feelings?

G pov
     Frisk was in shock at first upon seeing that Raven was human. "What. Just. Happened?" He finally said after she had slammed the door. "And why arent you freaking out and trying to kill her?" He asked pointing at me as he spoke.
       I put up my hands defensively before speaking. "Alright, I already figured out she was human, back in the city, 'k Frisk?" I then added more after shifting my cigarrette. "Only  reason she aint dead yet is cause shes taking care of MK."
       Frisk was about to reply when Raven opened the door up. "Even if you werent expected, its rude for guests to just stand there." She motioned for us to come in, Frisk and i trading a brief look.
      "You sure bout that doll?" I asked with a smirk. "How do we know we can even trust you?" I was teasing her, i knew she wouldnt do jack shit, but i had to act suspicious for the fact Frisk was there.
         She gave me a look. It was an agitated one. "Oh cut the crap. You could easily overpower me with your fucking magic, and anyways MK is here, and in addition, i stick to my rules. This is my city and you gotta show mercy unless further provoked on at least two or more accounts." She sassed back.
       I shrugged before walking in, Frisk following hesitantly. The house was fairly decent in comparison to the  ruins of the outside world. The smell of something cooking filled the air. It smelled like...
      "Brownies?" Murmured Frisk sniffing the air cautiously.
       "What else?" Came the call of Monster Kid from what was likely the kitchen. "Oh and sis, theyre almost done, yo!"
        "Thanks bro!" Answered Raven back. "You get em out when theyre done, k? Im gonna deal with these two."
        "Alright!" Came the reply. Raven then led us towards a room, motioning for us to sit. So we dod, her sitting across from us.

Raven pov
    I looled at them. Frisk seemed to be in some weird mental breakdown or something, while G somehow kept his cool. And he was smoking, not that i minded, the ruins i traveles in often smelled of it, its just that i noticed the smell as the fragrance of smoky vanilla mixed well with that of brownies.
      I sighed. "By now im sure that Frisk is wondering how im human and how ive been able to survive out here, right?" He nodded. I sighes again. "Alright its a long story." I paused. "But before i start, i want you to know that you cant breathe a word of this to anyone, alright? The only other person that knows this is MK, so no spilling my story ok?"
        The two nodded. I took in their appearances a bit more. Frisk was a tanned human kid, several years younger than me, and didnt really strike me as a killer type, though i knew he was the one who freed the monsters. G wore a leather jacket with tons of floof in the hood, a vool dragon skull emblem on a sleeve, both of which were rolled up slightly. He had on black jeans and shoes and i swear his eye seemed to flash yellow every so often. The cracks in his skull looked old, and honestly, he was somehow attractive. Wait, what. I cleared my thoughts before finally beginning my tale of woe.