Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

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*Frisk's POV*

G's arms wrapped around me and my cheek pressed against his, our legs entwined together as we sat on the dusty ground, was not how I expected to wake up inside a supply closet that saved our lives.

Because this was such a shock to me, all I could do was hold my breath and have my jaw slack open. 

What made the situation worse, was the fact that G and I were lazily together and he was drooling slightly from the corner of his mouth and it was running down the side of my cheek.

In this situation, what was there to do?

What could I have done?

At first, I tried to stand up, except the room was so tightly enclosed, my feet only rummaged something behind G.

Oh.

I had realized one leg was wrapped around him, and the other was tangled with one of his.

How had we fallen asleep like this?

With G's right arm draped over my left shoulder and his other arm wrapped lazily around my waist?

When the blush pushed its way to my cheeks, I prayed it wasn't warm enough to wake up G.

There had to be some way I could get out of this position without waking him.

There had to be some way I could have stood, moved, gotten his arms off me.

Yet the room was too tight, and my legs were to tangled to move.

When I looked at G again after struggling for a moment, I felt his right leg under me and his other leg bent so he could steady himself, although it was still tangled with my right leg, and my left leg was wrapped around his lower half.

There I was sitting on one of G's legs, his face pressed against mine as he snored softly and drooled down my blushing red cheeks.

If I had enjoyed that, I wouldn't have stopped breathing, and I wouldn't have choked on my scream that went off in my head like the siren from prison.

I did not enjoy one bit of that.

Though at the time I wasn't focusing on what I was feeling, I was focusing on how to get my arms untangled from his same leg that was entwined with my own leg. 

And I tried to get my left arm to stop hanging from his right.

Uncomfortable was all this position spelled.

It could be read from even the blind people.

All I wanted was to get out of the position, yet each struggle moved G.

Each struggle was a suicide mission to wake up G.

What would he think if he saw us in this position? 

Of course, I knew it wouldn't be anything good, so I quickly tried to think of a way out.

Though the feeling of his drool made me almost cry out in disgust and anger.

Still with a red face, and my eyes probably bleeding with anger and discomfort, I took a deep breath, held it in to keep myself as slim as possible, and started to untangle my arms first.

Success with the right one that was around his leg, but my other one was pressed between G's skull and his other arm that was draped around my shoulders.

How did my sleep think this was comfortable?

I could feel G's soft breathing against my cheek, and I almost didn't dare move my face in fear that his drool would drag along.