Never Die Again

2. You Know Her?

This story totally doesn't have tone issues.

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"To the Class of 2131!"

A lively chorus of voices rang out in the dining room of Toriel's house, accompanied by the clinking of glasses. Frisk brought his glass to his lips and let the wine pass through. As he savored its sweet taste, he saw Chara eyeing him with a playfully accusing stare while she sipped her hot chocolate. He swallowed his wine and smiled. "What?"

"Oh, nothing," Chara said. "I'm just enjoying my perfectly healthy hot chocolate with all my brain cells intact. How about you?"

"Oh, just reducing my risk of heart disease," Frisk replied.

Chara nodded. "Mhm, I hear exercise is good for that."

"Sure is," Frisk said. "Every bit counts."

Smirking, Chara caressed his chest. "Just don't drink too much. I want you fully operational for the afterparty..."

Frisk grinned. "Hey, don't talk to me like I'm some kind of machine. I will not be objectified!"

Chara pouted. "Aww, you're not interested?"

"I didn't say that," Frisk interjected. "I'm very interested, but you have to say the magic word."

Chara rolled her eyes and gave a good-humored sigh. "Please don't drink too much?"

Frisk smiled and kissed her cheek. "Anything for you."

Chara blushed and smiled back. "Much obliged."

Frisk wrapped his free arm around her back. "I'll oblige you..." He leaned in and locked lips with her, and they quickly melted into a kiss. The warm sensation made him feel much more intoxicated that his wine ever could. They were able to make out for a few moments before Asriel cleared his throat.

"Umm, a little decorum please?" Asriel asked. "People watching?"

There was an audible pop as Chara parted her mouth from Frisk. "I don't care," she panted.

Frisk giggled. He looked around the room. Despite what Asriel had said, everyone was too busy with their own conversations to worry about their usual antics. Toriel was giving cooking advice to Papyrus while Sans 'helped.' Felicia and Elodie were watching Undyne and Mettaton EX arm wrestle. Atami, Alphys, and Napstablook were tucked away in the back corner of the living room. The only one who wasn't occupied was Asgore, who approached Frisk and the others with a smile.

"I can hardly believe it," Asgore said. "The three of you have all graduated from university. Feels like you only began just yesterday."

Chara smiled. "You can hardly believe it? Why? Do you question our abilities?"

Asgore patted Chara on the head. "Ah, you know what I mean. It is the passage of time that surprises me, not your intelligence or hard work. I expected nothing less from you."

Chara frowned playfully. "So I failed to exceed your expectations?"

He chuckled. "I suppose so, but that is only because they were so high in the first place."

"Gee, no pressure or anything," Asriel said.

Asgore nervously furrowed his brow. "W-well, I do not mean to say that I demanded your success. I would not have been disappointed if you had - well, I'm glad you didn't fail, but what I'm trying to say is that, umm..."

Frisk laughed. "It's okay, Asgore. They're just giving you a hard time."

"O-oh, of course!" Asgore said. "Yes, jokes! Very amusing! Haha..." He took a deep breath. "So, Frisk, are you ready to become an official ambassador?"