frisk x garfield lasahans

oh no no no

frisks heart pounded in their chest. they've never dont this before... hmm...
garfield bit off the restraints lazily and frisk sat up.
"get over there. the supplies are on the counter. *yawwwn* your such a nigger smh." he circled on the table still warm from frisks body, and layed down.
"how do i.. . coowk lasagna..." frish then realized the window was open.
"i..." frisk turned back to garfield to see him breathing slowly... he's asleep...
"frisk climes up to the window sill..
BANG!! the small pot hit frisks ankle.
"god fwycking dawmit. fanget pot?!"
the noise had scared frisk, and they scrambled over the sink and ran outa the window.