Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

Another Encounter

*Frisk's POV*

Of course, I had to expect G to throw some sort of tantrum, especially when he desperately whipped around like a wild man trying to find them, as if they were on the floor beside us this whole time.

To my unfortunate luck, they weren't around us and G was in distress.

"Damn bird!" He cursed at the sky in anger, shaking his fist in the air to make a more effective statement.

It was hard to hold back a laugh, and I tried to hide it behind my smile that slipped to my lips while I watched G stomp his foot and kick the dirt over and over.

Though my enjoyment of G's silly anger, died fast when he looked at me and ordered, "Go get them."

"Um, excuse me?" I said, putting my hands on my hips and shifting my weight to one foot, trying to show him that I wasn't moving.

"You heard me! Go get them!"

If I needed to be honest, I smiled through this whole conversation, just full of complete satisfaction from G's anger.

Though I was loosing the argument badly, and my smile was turning nervous during each word.

Why had I expected to win against G in the first place?

"I don't care if you ordered me to!" I said, forgetting about how only a few minutes ago he was trying to kill me, "I don't want to get your stupid cigarettes!"

Lucky for me, he didn't seem in a Prince Fury mood, and he just growled and held his head as he walked in a small circle, seeming to debate on leaving or not.

"So what if you don't want to? I said you have to get them, so go get them," He argued, looking back at me with his arms folded and his face blank.

"Um, that's not how it works," I said narrowing my eyes at him.

G looked at me and smirked, "Oh really? How does it work then goodie-goodie?"

Growling, I took a deep breath and kept my smile as I replied, "They're your cigarettes, you get them."

Shrugging, G seemed to force himself to calm down and get into one of his teasing moods.

Bipolar selfish idiot.

"Na. I'd rather have you get them sweetheart," He smirked and his hand reached in his pocket to grab a cigarette.

When he realized for the second time there wasn't one there, his smirk twitched and his teeth gritted.

"You aren't going to charm your way out of this one," I said folding my arms and glaring, trying to hold my ground.

"Just watch me dollface," G leaned against a tree and took out the map to study.

"Will you stop calling me those stupid nicknames?!" I shouted, fed up with his attitude and smirks.

The teasing he did always messed with my head,  and I was sick of it.

Being an adult didn't seem to change my head from being flustered by those nicknames that I should have been used to by then.

Even if I was used to them, they still spread blush across my cheeks and the thought of G seeing me blush just made me blush more.

Which made me more angry then I already was with him.

"What? I don't know what you're talking about dove," He smirked more and I fought a growl, not willing to give him the satisfaction.

"You do know what I'm talking about! Just call me Frisk or you'll make me forget it!" I said in a sharp tone, praying there was a possibility of me convincing him.