Girls day in
Sans came home late again for the fifth time in a row this week. He was tired, his back hurt, and he was grumpy from running around getting nowhere. His hunt for Gaster was still proving to be a fruitless venture, and not to mention an annoying one as Sans had just about exhausted all of his resources and had yet again come up with diddly squat, but he still held on to one hope. It was almost the end of the week which meant that Joey was scheduled to sing all of his sweet sweet secrets like the caged bird that he was. Though Sans still hadn’t really made up his mind if he liked the guy or not, he had to admit that the thought did quell his restlessness at least a little. He had decided that he would go to pick Joey up personally in roughly a days time to bring him to Asgore. Maybe on the drive over he would be able to wheedle something out of the mobster a little ahead of schedule, something that would finally put Sans on the right path to sniffing Gaster out.
When Sans made it back inside the dark apartment he let out a tired sigh.
“Hey, I’m home any one still awake?” He called quietly into the empty living room, only the ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to answer him. He shrugged to himself as he made his way to the kitchen. He wasn’t really surprised, by now he was almost used to coming home to a dark house, though he did miss the usual warm welcome more than just a little.
Sans opened the fridge door to retrieve the left overs that Papyrus had undoubtedly wrapped up for him, since Sans had recently made a habit of missing dinner. He felt a little sting of guilt as he grabbed the plate of cold pasta from the shelf. He knew that Papyrus didn’t like it when his work called him away from the dinner table, but his brother would understand he always did. Sans let out a weary yawn as he settled himself down at the table for a quick meal. He decided to just eat it cold as he was too lazy and too warn out to waste energy heating it up on the stove, instead he just dumped a nice big helping of ketchup over top. There, just as good.
“Heh, bone appetite.” He said to himself and the quiet kitchen before he dug in.
After he had finished he left his dishes in the sink. He then tried to stretch out some of his soreness as he walked to his room. These long days were really starting to weigh on him. His bones were always so stiff when he finally managed to drag them off of the streets and back home again. When he made it to his door a small drowsy smile worked his way on to his face. He couldn’t wait to simply fall into his lumpy mattress and face plant right into his pillow for some much needed rest. He ignored the fact that it would only be a temporary break before he had to do it all over again tomorrow, for now nothing else mattered but sleep, that is until he opened his door and surprisingly found Frisk seated on his bed wrapped in his blanket while reading one of his books. She looked up when she heard him enter and offered him a warm smile.
“Welcome home!” She said. Sans was silent for a moment more as he processed the fact that Frisk was in his bedroom in the middle of the night.
“Uh, heya sweet heart, what um, are you doin up so late?” He finally managed out. Frisk sat up more fully.
“Waiting for you.” She replied simply and Sans slightly quirked an eyebrow as he made his way over.
“You need something?” He asked before taking a seat next to her and Frisk shrugged.
“No not really, I just wanted to see you.” She said.
“Heh, what couldn’t wait till morning?” He teased and Frisk’s smile took on more of a sheepish nature before she scooted a little closer to him on the bed.
“Well yeah I guess ….but I don’t know, it’s not the same with Papyrus around and all.” She answered bashfully.
Sans stiffened a little at her comment and sudden closeness, his cheekbones tinting a light blue. He couldn’t help but notice the intimate setting surrounding the two of them at this present moment.
“Anyway.” Frisk continued breaking him away from his train of thought. “I thought that it would be nice to talk a little since I haven’t really gotten a chance to spend much time with you so… how was your day?” She asked. Sans cleared his throat.
“Heh, same old same old.” He replied with a practiced grin and a shrug. “Nothing really all that exciting.”
He noticed Frisk’s smile fall into a small frown at his lack of an answer. He knew that she didn’t like it when he kept her in the dark, but she understood that secrets were a main part of the business and she had been learning to accept it, albeit reluctantly. Sans scratched at the side of his skull as he thought of another topic of conversation to settle on.
“But I think maybe I’ll try cutting back a little. I know I haven’t really been home all that much as of late and my bones could sure use a bit of a break, heh.” He said. Instead of laughing like he had been hoping for however, Frisk turned back to him with a look of concern on her face.
“You have been working really late recently …you must be very tired.” She said, and Sans was quick to wave a hand in protest.
“No no, it’s nothing really, just a bit stiff is all.” He tried to argue. Frisk then perked up.
“I can help with that.” She said, suddenly moving behind him and placing her hands on Sans’ shoulders. “Just tell me where it hurts.” She added sweetly before she began giving him a light massage. Sans immediately tensed.
This was….well this was nice, really nice, but he wasn’t sure exactly where this was going. This setup… he had to admit it was fairly familiar to him as he’d been in similar alluring situations that very closely mirrored this one. He deliberated if Frisk even knew what she was implying, or if she was even trying to imply anything at all. He really couldn’t be all too certain with her, though she had taken him by surprise on more than one occasion in the past. He wondered …perhaps this was an invitation? He chanced a look over his shoulder at her. She continued working her soft hands over his knotted shoulder blades seemingly oblivious. Sans sighed.
Of course it wasn’t. Jeez he really needed to get his head out of the gutter. Sans then rolled his shoulders out from under her tender touch.
“What’s wrong?” Frisk asked, the small frown returning again to her face.
“Nothing nothing sweet heart, just I thought I’d ask you about your day.” Sans quickly replied trying to buy himself an out. Frisk cocked her head slightly before she simply shrugged.
“I was here…. And that’s about it really.” She then said. Sans noticed the slightly dull tone to her answer however.
“You sounding a little down there kid, something eating at you?” He asked. Frisk sheepishly turned her gaze away to instead look at the floor.
“It’s nothing really.” She said but Sans wasn’t going to let her off the hook so easily.
“Hey now what’s with the storm clouds sunshine? You gotta give me a better answer then that.” He said probing further.
“I dunno …it’s a little stupid.” Frisk replied as she fidgeted with her hands in her lap.” Sans bumped her playfully in the shoulder continuing to coax her to come out of her shell.”
“I’m all ears.” He encouraged with a wink. That time Frisk giggled a little.
“It’s just well … I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, and I know that its dangerous with the Gambino’s and all but it’s just I’ve been feeling a little…stir crazy lately.” Frisk admitted.
Sans paused. He hadn’t realized, but he supposed he had been keeping her cooped up in here all by her lonesome for some time now, and someone like Frisk who was used to freedom, well it was no surprise that she was feeling restless.
“Hmm tell you what, why don’t I make sure to come back a little early tomorrow and then maybe we can go out on the town. Give you a chance to shake away the cobwebs some?” Sans suggested.
“Really, it won’t be two much trouble”? Frisk questioned a spark of excitement already glinting behind her eyes. Sans chuckled.
“Not at all, heck I think I could use a bit of a breather as well, besides it has been a while since I treated you to a good time, and I mean what kinda bone friend would I be if I left my girl feeling all bonely?” He said shooting her another playful wink. Frisk laughed in return, a pink blush gracing her pretty face.
“Tomorrow I’ll tell Papyrus you’re going out with someone from Doggo’s troop on a job and I’ll get back before he comes home from work. He won’t expect me till late so it shouldn’t be too hard to slip out without him knowing.” Sans continued. Frisk smiled at him.
“Sounds like a plan.” She said “I’ll umm, let you get some sleep then.”
Frisk then pushed herself up off the bed, though before she headed over to exit Sans' room she leaned over to him and placed a kiss to his teeth. She only meant for it to be a quick peck, but Sans this time had predicted that she was going to try something like this and looped his hand behind the back of her head clutching her hair lightly as he kept her in place for a moment longer. She stiffened slightly in his hold not expecting his counter move. When he broke away he shot her a smug smirk taking in her heavily flushed appearance.
“You didn’t think I was just gonna stand there and take it did you?” He asked her teasingly, and Frisk fumbled a little, her face darkening even more before she turned toward the door again.
“G- Goodnight!” she then said a little bit too quickly. Sans smirk grew at how easy it was to make her flustered.
“Heheh, you too kid have sweet dreams.” He called after her. She only shot him a shy smile in return before she disappeared closing his bedroom door behind her.
Sans settled back on his bed, smirk still promptly spread across his skull. He wondered where he should take Frisk tomorrow, the thought providing him with some relief from constantly thinking about Gaster. He had promised her a good time but as he pondered he realized there were very few places that the two of them could go inconspicuously.
Maybe the gardens in the park? It would be fairly quiet in the late evening, not many people went there after dark and Frisk liked flowers. There were also plenty of bushes to hide behind and private secret places to sneak away to as to not be disturbed … Sans quickly dismissed that thought, even as his cheekbones tinted a light blue. He was getting ahead of himself again, and now that he thought about it more, it was far too late in the season to really be viewing flowers. All of the leaves on the trees had already changed to their fall colors. There probably wouldn’t even be any blossoms left as they most likely had already shed all of their petals in preparation for winter. Perhaps another activity would be more appropriate.
There was always the movies. He remembered that Frisk had enjoyed herself the last time that they had gone, he wasn’t sure what was playing however.
Sans then yawned as his eye sockets began to droop sleepily. He would figure it out tomorrow, it would give him something to think about while he was chasing Gaster’s ghost since he was already pretty sure he wasn’t going to get any closer to actually finding the bastard. Sans then let out a tired sigh as he pulled himself up to change to his sleep wear before flopping back on his bed again. He knew Gaster took priority, but there was no real point in simply revisiting the same contacts over and over again hoping for a lead. Realistically until something new developed he was stuck. It was a frustrating thought, but Sans had been in these situations many times before. He had learned to be patient and bide his time while waiting for the right moment to reveal itself, and until then he supposed it wouldn’t hurt to go and see a quick flick with Frisk.
Having made up his mind on the matter Sans settled more heavily into his bedding. He briefly noticed that this comforter held a faintly sweet smell like that of flowers as he began to fall asleep. He realized then that it was Frisk’s scent as she had been using his blankets when she was reading. He smiled drowsily as He nuzzled further under his covers before he slowly drifted off, the thought lingering, conjuring her image easily in his mind.
Frisk was up early the next day, even before Papyrus which was saying something. The thought of finally getting out of the house just had her so excited that she had woken up well before her usual time and there was just no way she could realistically fall back asleep, so she decided that she would greet the new day ahead of schedule and take the task of making breakfast upon herself. Papyrus always did the cooking after all, she was sure that the younger skeleton brother would appreciate a little bit of a break.
She decided to turn on the radio while she prepared some pancake batter, making sure the volume was low as to not wake up the apartments other occupants. She found some blueberries in the fridge and added them to the mix, deciding to take a page from Papyrus’ cook book and get more creative with her cooking. As she worked she began to hum along with the lively jazz music floating through the kitchen.
It had been a while since she and Sans had gone out on a date, she wondered what he had planned this time as their last picnic adventure had been so much fun. She smiled to herself as she began to whip some cream in a bowl, deciding to go all out and pull all the stops for breakfast. She began to tap her foot along to the rhythm of the music as she whisked the cream to fluffy stiff peaks and soon she had started also swaying her hips as she prepared Sans' coffee. She was so preoccupied that she didn’t even notice the short skeletal figure moving up behind her until a firm arm had slunk itself around her waist . She startled a bit as Sans rested his grinning face on her shoulder.
“What’s cooking good looking?” He asked as he surveyed the spread of pancakes, whip cream, and cut up fruit ready and waiting on the counter. Frisk giggled and blushed lightly at his comment.
“Just thought I’d treat you two to breakfast this morning.” She answered. Sans hummed lazily, nuzzling in a little more to the crook of her neck.
“Smells good.” He said and Frisk smiled.
“What are you doing up so early anyway lazy bones?” She questioned jokingly. “I never thought I’d see the day that you were awake before your brother.” Sans chuckled lightly before he placed a peck to her cheek and pulled away to grab his coffee mug and a plate so he could start helping himself.
“Well I gotta make sure to get an early start this morning since you got me booked for the evening and all.” Sans said shooting her a quick wink. Frisk’s cheeks darkened just a tad bit more as she also started serving herself a helping before turning to claim the seat next to his at the table.
“I was curious to know where we were gonna go tonight actually.” She said, and Sans grin grew a tad mischievous.
“Sorry sweet heart you’re gonna have to be a little bit more patient then that. You’ll just have to wait and see.” He said simply, deciding not to tell her that he hadn’t really chosen a venue yet. Frisk frowned a little not really all that pleased about being kept waiting.
“You’re really not gonna tell me?” She questioned and Sans shrugged.
“Nope.” He answered plainly. Frisk huffed and rolled her eyes. She was about to persuade him for more information when Papyrus’ bedroom door burst open. Frisk and Sans then heard Papyrus as he strutted down the small hallway over to Sans room before the younger skeleton brother rapt firmly on Sans now unoccupied bedroom door.
“SANS! I WILL HAVE BREAKFAST READY IN 20 MINUTES! I EXPECT YOU DRESSED AND AT THE TABLE BY THEN LAZYBONES!” He stated firmly before turning away and briskly continuing his way to the breakfast nook. When he saw that his brother was already at the table he stopped dead in his tracks.
“Morning bro.” Sans said cheekily as he raised his coffee mug in greeting. Papyrus blinked in surprise a few times before he did a bit of a double take, looking back in disbelief at Sans still closed bedroom door.
“Good morning Papyrus, I hope you don’t mind I thought that I would help out today and try cooking some breakfast for everyone”. Frisk then said snapping Papyrus’s attention back to the current scene at hand.
“OH, NOT AT ALL FRISK. THANK YOU IT LOOKS DELICIOUS.” Papyrus then said, still eyeing his brother with a bit of a queer gape as he moved to also take a seat at the table. Sans noticed his brothers stare as his own grin turned smug.
“Jeez Paps, you sure slept in late today. You’d better be careful, don’t want to make it a habit.” He chided teasingly. Papyrus huffed in response.
“SANS DON’T START! JUST BECAUSE YOU WOKE UP EARLY ONCE DOSE NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO LECTURE ME. THOUGH I MUST SAY THAT I AM A LITTLE IMPRESSED THAT YOU ACTUALLY MANAGED TO DRAG YOUR BONY BEHIND OUT OF BED AT A DECENT HOUR.” He said throwing his brother unimpressed sockets. Sans laughed wholeheartedly at Papyrus remark.
“Guess I just needed the right motivation.” He replied throwing an inconspicuous suggestive brow bone in Frisks direction.
“I DO AGREE. FRISK, YOUR BREAKFAST IS SUPERB ALMOST AS GOOD AS MY OWN CULINARY CREATIONS.” Papyrus added enthusiastically. Frisk giggled and smiled in Papyrus’s direction.
“Thanks Papyrus that means a lot coming from a master like you.” She said.
The rest of the morning was relatively laid back. Despite waking up early Sans found that he was actually enjoying himself quite a lot. He had missed the time that he got to spend with Frisk and Papyrus around the table ever since he had started pulling late nights at work. He now realized how he had taken those moments for granted.
Though even the peaceful times came to an end eventually, as Sans surveyed the time telling him that if he indeed wanted to get home early tonight he would have to leave for work in only a few moments.
“Whelp, I hate to cut this short but I gotta get going.” He announced before he gave Frisk’s hand a small squeeze under the table, as the small affectionate action had now become part of his daily routine.
“Kid, don’t forget Dogaressa is gonna come pick you up later today for a quick job.” He added making sure that his brother was paying attention.
“OH, FRISK YOU ARE STARTING WORK AGAIN?” Papyrus asked excitedly.
“Just part time stuff for now.” Sans answered knowing that Frisk really didn’t like telling fibs to his brother. Frisk only nodded in confirmation.
“THAT’S WONDERFUL NEWS NONE THE LESS.” Papyrus replied.
“I um, also am probably gonna pull another late night tonight.” Sans then added a little guiltily.
“OH…WELL I SUPPOSE IF IT’S JUST ME IT WILL BE LEFTOVERS FOR DINNER THEN.” Papyrus said cheerily.
Sans offered his brother a sheepish smile in return. He knew that Pap’s also valued the time they all shared at dinner, probably even more than he did himself.
“Thanks Paps.” Sans replied. “It uh, won’t be for too much longer.” He added as he made his way to exit the apartment, making a mental note to make it up to his brother somehow.
“HAVE A GOOD DAY BROTHER!” Papyrus called as Frisk threw him a brief wave and a sweet smile. He shot them both a smirk in return before he disappeared out the door.
After Sans had left, Frisk decided that she would do the cleaning up after she and Papyrus had finished with their own breakfast, even though Papyrus offered to help. She waved him off however, telling him that she intended to treat him today in thanks for always preparing such delicious meals. He in turn gave her a proud smile, obviously tickled by her compliments and let her continue on her own while he also got ready to leave for work.
Soon Frisk was left alone once again in the apartment after Papyrus had also bid her farewell for the day. She continued scrubbing at the dishes left in the sink, making sure to take her time. She hoped that keeping herself busy would make the time go by faster, but she really just couldn’t help peeking at the clock every five minutes. She sighed to herself dejectedly when she had finished her chores with plenty of time to spare. She hated it sometimes how Sans knew exactly how to push at her buttons, she wished that he had at least given her a clue as to where he was taking her this evening because now she was stuck here going crazy waiting for him to get home.
Frisk slumped over the couch as she continued to watch the clock that’s second hand seemed to tick slower and slower with every stroke. It wasn’t fair, she couldn’t even go down to the bar to kill time because if anyone saw her there and told Papyrus then her cover of being out with Dogaressa would be blown. Frisk then rolled off the sofa growling out another dramatic sigh as she surveyed the living room with a bored expression on her face. She had already read most of the books in the apartment, save for a few of Sans more complicated textbooks, but they mostly only held formulas that she couldn’t understand anyway.
Frisk then wandered over to the window for a lack of anything better to do. It was now mid-morning, the streets were busy with people either on their way to work or heading to the market to get their daily chores done. Frisk looked over at the outside world dreamily. The leaves on the few small trees that lined the streets had already changed color and soon winter would be making its first appearance in Ebott city. She wished that she could pop out for a bit of a stroll and take in the changing seasons alongside all of the other folks going about their day, but after the whole incident with Joey she knew that if she tried a stunt like sneaking out again Sans would definitely not be amused.
She also didn’t want to give him a reason to worry about her. She knew how stressed he had been lately, and how much work he had been doing with the late nights that he had been pulling, and if simply staying put for a few hours would ease his mind even just a little bit then she would do it willingly and learn to live with this ever growing boredom that was gnawing at her from the inside out . Frisk sighed again peeling herself away from the windowsill, she knew it wasn’t a good idea to be tempting herself like this.
Instead she turned back to the bleak quiet empty living room and slowly started sauntering over to the lumpy green sofa ready to succumb to her fate and flop lazily over the cushions. As she settled she wondered how Sans could be so content to stay still for so long, as she often found him dosing on the couch where he would happily remain for as long as Papyrus would let him. She grumbled as she shifted not able to get comfortable as her mind kept wandering to what the evening’s events might hold. She wondered if maybe it would be something similar to the picnic that they had had, though she knew that now it was far too chilly to really sit outside for so long. She flipped on to her back as she continued to ponder. Maybe they would go dancing again, she remembered it had been a lot of fun when Sans had taught her how to waltz in the bar downstairs, but then again maybe that would be too suspicious now.
She remembered in the romantic scenes of Papyrus’ favorite movies, which he often talked about, the main male character would often treat his love interest out to a fine dinner. Frisk sat up and looked over her appearance. She was fairly sure that it would be too conspicuous for Sans to take her to a public place like that, but what if it was something similar to her fake date with Alico? Of course she didn’t expect anything that grand, but maybe just a simple dinner set up in a private place where they could both enjoy each other’s company? That sounded pretty plausible, and if so maybe she could use her vast amounts of free time to doll herself up a little for the occasion.
She smiled to herself at the thought. Though she had made some effort during her last outing with Sans, she decided that maybe it was time she tried to take it a step further than simply putting on a nice dress. After all Mettaton had taken so much of his time to teach her how to use the products that her mother had bought for her, and she still hadn’t really tried to use that knowledge on her own yet. She still really wasn’t sure if she liked the feeling of all that makeup on her face and hairspray in her hair, but perhaps just a light coating wouldn’t hurt. She did have all this time to kill, and she could experiment a bit. Frisk smirked a little larger as she headed to the washroom. The idea was starting to sound like fun.
She decided that if she was going to do this she was going to do it right, and try to recreate the experience of a true lady getting ready for a date with her gentleman caller. She remembered from the movies that Papyrus explained, and from what Mettaton and Mittsy had told her, that true femininity wasn’t just a fancy costume that one could throw on for the evening, it was a whole process almost like a ritual, and if she wanted to fit into that role she had to completely immerse herself in it. Frisk smirked. In all honesty the notion still sounded pretty ridiculous to her, but she didn’t want to back sass Mittsy’s and Mettaton’s sage like knowledge on such things, so she decided she would just give it a chance.
She began to run herself a hot bath, deciding to start at square one. She added lots of flowery smelling bubbles and even threw in a handful of potpourri to really commit to the act. She felt a little silly as she did so as she was sure that the dried flower petals wouldn’t really do anything but at the same time she felt a little playful as if she were concocting a special potion.
She giggled to herself as she sunk in to the sweet smelling water. It was actually rather nice and to her surprise the floral scents that swirled around her were effectively very relaxing. She let out a content sigh as she lowered herself into the sudsy water. Maybe Mittsy and Mettaton really did know what they were talking about after all.
She took her time washing up, and after she got out of the tub she tried her luck at wrapping one of the smaller towels around her wet hair. It took her a few times to get the garment secure on top of her head but she finally managed. Again she really wasn’t sure what this action was supposed to accomplish but she didn’t question it.
After she dried the rest of herself off she decided not to get dressed back into her vest and trousers, she instead cautiously peeked out from the washroom to the rest of the empty apartment. She knew that there was no one else at home, but she still felt a little exposed when she slowly exited the safety of the washroom only wrapped in her fluffy white towel. She then quickly scurried over to Sans bedroom.
She carefully tiptoed into his messy room, again not feeling all that comfortable being in his space when she was barely covered, but she just wanted to borrow his robe. She knew that he never really wore it, only on his days off when he decided that he wasn’t going to bother to get dressed out of his sleepwear, which drove his brother crazy, and she was sure that he wouldn’t mind her borrowing it for a little bit.
She found the tattered thing on his bedroom floor. It was a faded blue, the fabric warn from age and in a similar state to his fuzzy pink slippers. She knew that the women in the films and in the advertisements that she had seen usually wore silk or satin robes with delicately sown flower patterns adorned with lace, but this was the best that she had to work with. As Frisk shrugged into the overly large garment and wrapped it snugly around herself she did find that she felt fairly cozy, maybe not as glamorous as those ladies on the big screen but comfortable none the less.
After she was satisfied with her slightly more covered form, Frisk exited Sans’ bedroom. She went to the linen closet where she found a rather beat up dish rag. She was fairly certain that Papyrus wouldn’t miss the old thing as she knew that he didn’t really like old and torn things from how he would always reprimand Sans when he lazed around the house in his warn out Pajamas, but she still made a note to buy him a new one just in case.
Frisk then sat on the couch after retrieving a pair of scissors from the kitchen and cut the rag up into long strips. She then removed the towel that was wrapped around her head and shook out her still fairly damp hair. She then began winding pieces of her hair around the cut up strips of cloth before tying them up in snug knots against her scalp. The work was a little tedious and Frisk often had to redo some of the knots multiple times in order to make them sit right on her head, which caused Frisk to grumble out a few frustrated curses. It had been a while since she had last done this, but she didn’t have any of Mettaton’s or Mittsy’s fancy electrical instruments for curling hair.
Back when she was still living with Toriel, the motherly goat monster would often do this the night before taking Frisk out for the day to the market so her hair would fall into neat curls when she undid the rags in the morning. Frisk had only really done it a few times when she had insisted stubbornly to her mother that she could 'do it all by herself'. She remembered she had given up after she had tied the third or fourth ribbon.
After she had finished she quickly went to the bathroom mirror to admire her handiwork, her mother could do it much neater, but she was fairly confident that it would still work fine. After she was satisfied she headed toward the front door of the apartment deciding to finish the rest of her routine in her own bedroom. As she did before, she carefully peeked out into the hallway, making sure that no one else was present before she darted quickly down the hall, still not liking the feeling of being so exposed out in the open. When she made it to her bedroom she let out a small sigh of relief, feeling much more comfortable behind closed doors.
She then headed over to her end table and dumped all of the girly products that Toriel had given to her on to her bed. She sat cross-legged next to the pile of perfumes, creams, and makeup packets as she began to sort through it wondering where she should start.
She decided to begin with a lotion that smelled lightly like lavender. She supposed it was a simple enough substance to apply, and a good starting point as she rubbed the cream over her legs and arms. She quite liked the floral scent, and her skin did feel just a little bit softer after she had finished rubbing in the lotion.
She smiled curiously as she picked through the pile wondering on what she should tackle next. She ignored the foundation, she hated how heavy it felt on her skin and instead began looking at eye shadow colors. This part was definitely more challenging than simply rubbing lotion on her skin. She wasn’t sure what colors went with what, she knew that Mettaton had used a whole handful of them and had somehow blended them all seamlessly together. She decided that she would simply start with two that she liked, a light peach and blue. She applied the lighter peach color on the inside of her eye using the small hand held vanity mirror that her mother had gotten for her. She tried to work out a gradient that faded into the blue color that she put on the outer part of her lid, though she found it exceptionally tricky to get both eyes to match. She ended up looking a little bit like a clown at one point as she constantly tried to add more in order to match the other eye. She ended up having to wash all of it off to try again.
When Frisk had finished she knew that it wasn’t exactly perfect, but it was as close as she could get and she was happy to see that it actually looked fairly pretty. She figured she would continue on with the eye makeup, deciding to take the next step and try applying the liner.
She remembered that Mittsy had been almost like an artist when she moved the brush swiftly and smoothly across her lid in a single stroke. Mittsy had chosen to do a thicker line, but Frisk just couldn’t figure out how to hold her hand still enough so instead she decided to play it safe and only paint a thin line. She held her breath as she tried her hardest to get it strait and even. She ended up using both hands in her effort, one to hold the other steady.
Eyelashes were next. Frisk grimaced as she looked down at the miniature torture device look alike in her hand. She knew it was just a harmless eyelash curler, but she couldn’t help but see it as a tiny guillotine. She hated this part. Every time that Mittsy or Mettaton had done this in the past Frisk felt like they were going to pinch her eyeball. However, she forced herself to suck it up, she had already committed to this and though it was tempting to simply skip over this step she knew that Mittsy would never accept such a defeat.
She sighed as she slowly raised the eyelash curler up to her face. She took a deep breath as she steadied herself before gently placing the tool next to her lid. She felt her heart beat speed up slightly as she gathered her courage to finally press the lever down. She held it still as she counted slowly for five seconds and then released, also letting out the breath that she had been holding.
“One down.” She said to herself as she moved to the next one.
After her ordeal with the eyelash curler she finished her eye makeup routine off by applying a little mascara. This part was also a little unnerving, but Frisk figured if she could handle the curler then the mascara wand would be a piece of cake. With the hardest part now out of the way, Frisk decided to move to put on a light pink blush to her cheeks with a big fluffy brush, before choosing a lipstick shade. She remembered how Mittsy and Mettaton had both gone with a dark rich red color, which was surly the more fashionable choice, but Frisk wasn’t so sure. She liked the lighter pink one more. She decided to go with her gut and after she applied a smooth layer of the pink lipstick she took a bit of tissue and pressed it between her lips firmly, another charm that Mettaton and Mittsy had both told her to do that she really didn’t know the true purpose of.
By this time her hair had dried and Frisk eagerly began to untie the knots releasing soft gentle curls as they fell around her face. She took a few minutes arranging them and brushed them out slightly before she shook her head from side to side, liking how light her hair felt. She knew however, that if she wanted it to stay like this she would have to weigh it down with hairspray.She grumbled a little before she sprayed a cloud of the sticky stuff around her head while she squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath. After a few moments she chanced a peek making sure the mist had settled before allowing herself to breathe again.
Frisk then reached back for the small hand mirror before giving her newly made up face a finale once over. She found she was quite pleased with the image starring back at her. It was a little different than the other times she was confronted with her done up reflection, this time it wasn’t like she was facing off with a stranger, this time she actually recognized herself. She wasn’t playing the role of Freesia Larkspur, rich successful business women, this time she was just Frisk. She giggled a little to herself liking the feeling.
As she pushed herself off of the bed she realized she had almost forgotten the final step. She grabbed the pretty glass perfume bottle from the pile, tilting her chin up before giving the pump a little squeeze, repeating the ritualistic like gesture on the other side as well.
“There finished.” She declared before going to go get dressed.
She decided she would wear the sunflower dress again. She knew that Mettaton had not approved of the idea of wearing the same dress twice in a row, but she didn’t really care. She liked this dress, she liked that Sans had gotten it for her, and she wanted to wear it for him. She discarded Sans’ robe over her bed frame, making a mental note to return it to his room before he got home.
She then twirled around after she had gotten the garment put on, feeling a little playful. Maybe all of this preparation wasn’t just for show after all. She had to admit that after everything she felt really good, confident even, as if all of this had always been second nature to her. But as she glanced to the window and noticed the colorful leaves swaying in the breeze she realized that the weather outside was now far too cold to be wearing something with such thin straps. She headed back to her end table grabbing the gloves Mittsy had given to her as well as a pair of black stalkings that her mother had also gifted to her, before also getting her grey pea coat and tilt hat ready as well.
After she had pulled on the stalking she looked over at everything else, making sure all was accounted for. Satisfied, She was about to grab Sans robe and her own coat and hat before heading back over to the main apartment. Then she remembered her foot ware.
Oh right, she supposed she couldn’t go skipping around the city in only stalking clad feet. Her face then fell into a scowl as she turned toward her black heels that she kept discarded out of sight behind her door. Did she really have to wear them? She sighed to herself as she already knew the answer to that question. With a huff she stalked over to the heels before she reluctantly slipped them on. She was not surprised to find that they were still just as uncomfortable as they had been the last time she had warn them. Oh well, at least Mittsy would be happy if she was indeed watching over her right now.
"Beauty is pain Frisk, it takes a strong person to pull it off well." Frisk rolled her eyes as she remembered Mittsy's lecture when she had first been learning how to walk in these stupid shoes.
Frisk then shuffled back over to her bed, gathering all of the other items into her arms before heading down the hall back toward the brother’s apartment. She hung her coat with the gloves tucked away into its pocket along with her hat by the door, before taking Sans' robe back to his room. She hung it up neatly in his closet, not able to bring herself to just throw it haphazardly on the floor like how she had found it.
She then returned to the living room, smoothed out her skirt before taking a seat on the sofa. She then allowed herself to finally look at the clock again. Her face fell as soon as she realized the time. Even after all of that she still had a few hours to spare. Frisk groaned as she slumped into the cushions. What the heck was she supposed to do now?!
Reluctantly, Frisk grabbed the deck of cards out from under the coffee table, deciding that she would just sit and play a few rounds of solitaire while she waited giving in to her boredom.