Soul Matter (Chara x Asriel)

Chapter Two ; Suspicions of the Innocent

Asriel had slept in that day, very tired from the night before, in which he stayed up far later than usual to read with his mother, Toriel.

Sadly, Asriel's father hadn't been home very much recently. Asgore, which had been his father's name, was busy helping with the construction of 'New Home' and is often not home for days at a time.

When Asriel did wake up, however, it had been in a drowsy haze. He had no idea what the time was and wanted to keep sleeping, but his body wouldn't let him. Every time he tried to go back to sleep, he would just lay in silence for a few moments, before tossing and turning to try and get comfortable again.
Asriel pulled himself out of the bed, stretching out his arms and legs, spreading his toes and fingers, his soft sleepwear shirt rising as he stretched his arms towards the ceiling.
As most goat-esque creatures had, he had flat, long feet, with his ankles curving in. on the bottom of his feet were soft, pink paw pads.

However, his hands were paw-like, and his fingers were a bit short and fat, with smooth, pink pads for his palms and fingertips.

Asriel moved his long, soft ears to behind his shoulders, before walking over to his wardrobe and picking out a lime green and yellow striped sweater, eyeing it with his sparkling green eyes.

Asriel proceeded to take off his top and slide on the sweater, then taking out a pair of denim jeans. Asriel changed out of his cloth pants and into his denim jeans. He had to take a moment to thread his short tail through the hole in the back of his jeans, cut to fit him.

He felt slightly proud of himself when he managed to get dressed on his own.
Asriel was a heavily dependent child and relied on his parents often. However, recently, he developed a feeling of slight independence,
When getting ready for the day, anyways.

Asriel rushed to the bathroom, standing on a stool to see himself in the mirror.
As expected, his 'hair' was a wreck. However, his 'hair' is just longer, fluffier fur that grew between two small bumps where his horns would grow, one day. His mother didn't have the 'hair', meanwhile, his father had a whole head of golden, curly hair, as well as a beard. Asriel hoped one day to be like his father. However, all of the work that Asgore did seemed very stressful, in Asriel's opinion anyways. Should Asriel become king when he's older, he decided that he would want someone to help him with the hard stuff.
Yeah! That would be great!

Asriel grabbed a bristle brush and brushed down the fur on his head and brushed back his cheek fluff.
He suddenly smiled and drew back his lips, as if snarling and admired his healthy row of needle-sharp teeth, as well as two, larger fangs that hung over his bottom lip, as if specially carved to fit over his bottom jaw.
Asriel proceeded to wet a toothbrush and put toothpaste on it, brushing his teeth clean.

Honestly, he had no idea what he was going to do today. Asriel's father, being king, was always quite busy. Meanwhile, his mother was never terribly busy but always insisted Asriel went outside and played with other monsters.

It never felt right, though. Everyone would greet him as 'Prince', and every friend he made never really felt genuine. Asriel didn't like the treatment, as he just wanted a normal friend to play with rather than awe over him. Nowadays, he never went through 'home' unless instructed to, and he just stayed in the puzzle area of the catacombs. Asriel now knew them like the back of his hands.

Asriel spat out the toothpaste, then rinsed his toothbrush, before setting it down and leaving the bathroom.

Asriel wandered into the living room, where his mother was sitting and reading,
Toriel was quite a gentle woman. Very motherly, and hardly ever got upset.
"Howdy, mom!" Asriel grinned, in which Toriel smiled, and set down her book,