Error grins boldly, he pokes Ink in the skull. The artist pouts at him and folds his arms over his chest, turning away from the glitch; Error snickers at the display.
It was one of those rare times when he and Ink were not fighting, just was... hanging out.
It was not as uncommon as others would think. Error had many times in the past just sat with Ink, or talked, or even played. Of course, he would cut off completely from the artist from time to time, going right back to his old ways of destroying over and over.
It had been a few months since he felt like doing anything.
"*Mmm?" Ink suddenly hums, looking around at the space of Outer Tale- then he smiles at Error, "Sorry Error, someone calling me! See you later!"
"*bye ink." Error waves him off; he watches the artist vanishes within a yellow blob of paint.
Error turns back to his stargazing, he smiles gently at the wonderful display as his hands move on their own, knitting his latest project; an open back jumper.
Then he quickly lowers his needles, bringing a hand up, he coughs.
Then coughs louder and harder.
Glancing down, he sees small blue petals and glares at them. There was no blood found on them.
He places his needles and half-finished jumper to one side. Readjusting his glasses so as not to fall, he then reaches for the hem of his red jumper, he pulls it up as fall as it would go and began searching for any signs of the flowers he now knew was growing there. He was just about to look on another part of his body, then he spotted it. It was the lumbar part of his spine, one bloom of hydrangea.
With a heavy sigh, he shoves his jumper back down and grabs hold of his project. He wanted to complete it before he went to remove the flower- this jumper was a gag gift to Ink too. He spent about three or four hours finishing it up, then he put it in the place Ink normally sits and ties it in his blue string. Digging into his pockets, he found a pen and piece of paper, then quickly wrote a note to Ink.
With a snort, he stands, then opens a glitchy white portal to a very familiar universe. It really was his universe now, he claimed as his own. Here was his moon and his fields of flowers- he came to relax in this place just how he does with Outer Tale.
Error began taking off his clothes until he was naked, then neatly places them to one side. He studies his lumbar. With only one bloom it seemed it caught it early this time.
Summoning a bone he set to work to cut it out, not caring who he had fallen in love with.
It took time- it always took time, the roots were the hardest to remove.
But after a couple of hours, the shortest time he had spent of removing flowers- he was carefully planting his newest flower into the ground, next to the army of sunflowers.
Grinning he stood tall and felt better. The pain had not made him crash this time; in the past when he has done this, he normally crashed many times during the period he cuts them out.
Suddenly he felt the old need to destroy a universe or two. But first, he needed to wash up, there was water on his moon. And he would have to rest in order to heal, he might feel better but it always left him weakened.