When Blue opened the front door of his and Papyrus's apartment late Sunday night, he wasn't expecting Dream, and he certainly wasn't expecting him in the state he was in.

It looked like Dream had been crying. Not just for hours, but for days. Blue quickly ushered him inside and went to make him a warm cup of tea before Dream could even explain himself. When he turned around to put the warm mug in front of his friend, Dream was crying again, staring down at his phone.

"Okay," Blue paused, watching the other skeleton from across the kitchen table. "What's wrong?"

"He's in a relationship!" Dream choked out, finally looking up at Blue. "It's UnderNet official!" He pointed to his phone.

Blue blinked.

"Who? What?"

"Ink!" Dream cried out. "He changed his relationship status on UnderNet! It has to be with Error!"

"…" Blue frowned, trying to think quickly. He hadn't checked UnderNet all day. And from his previous stalking, this Error fellow didn't have a profile. Yet, there was no one else Ink would be in a relationship with, and he wasn't the kind of person to change his status for a joke. He had to tread carefully with Dream. He didn't want to exasperate the situation.

"Dream…" He started, gently touching his friend's shoulder. "I know this is hard for you but-"

"But I'm the one who ended it." The yellow-eyed skeleton spat, frowning into his untouched mug of tea. Blue had even put it in his favorite one; the one shaped like a dog.

"Not what I was going to say. That's true, you did break up with him, but Ink deserves to be happy just as much as you do." Blue tried to smile but Dream just wilted again.

"I really made him that miserable, huh?" Dream looked down sadly at his tea once more.

"You didn't!" Blue snapped, nearly standing up. Dream blinked at him. "Dream, you keep putting yourself down about the break up, like it was your fault or something. Sometimes, relationships don't work out. And that's okay! But you have to let him move on."

Two giant alligator tears ran down Dream's cheeks.

"I just… the way he was looking at him… He never looked at me like that…" Finally, Dream took a timid sip from his mug. He seemed to soften when he saw the dog's face.

"Ink told you he only loved you as a friend. The way he looks at Error is different from you because of that. I know you know that, but I think you're having a hard time coming to terms with it now that it's in front of you." Blue continued.

Dream nodded pitifully, now taking a gulp of his drink.

"It was… hard to watch." He admitted. "I just wish…"

"You wish you hadn't broken up? You were miserable, Dream. You haven't been yourself in a very long time."

"I know… I held on for too long. Ink was never going to do it, so I finally did. But it's so hard to get over it… I miss him… I still want to be in his life, but… it was so hard Friday… I don't know if I can." Dream shrank into himself.

"You can distance yourself for as long as you need to. You're still a good friend, but you need to focus on yourself for now." Blue gently rubbed his arm. He decided it was time to change the subject and help his friend forget about his melancholy for the moment. "Speaking of, how is it going with Cross?"

He watched in delight as a golden blush began to creep over his friend's cheekbones.

"I-I… I don't know? We've been texting… Kind of…" Dream shrugged slightly.

"Kind of?"

"He just… He keeps sending me silly memes. I… I don't think he really knows how to flirt." Dream laughed. Blue relaxed a bit as the momentary bomb of a crisis had been diffused.

"Do you laugh at them though?" He asked.

"Every single time." Dream let out another small laugh. He opened his phone and pulled up one of the pictures that Cross had sent him. He held it out to Blue.

"Is that… a frog on a unicycle?" Blue asked.

"Yeah… I don't understand it, really, but it was silly enough to make me laugh."

Blue smiled at him.

"Would you kiss him again?" He asked slyly. Dream turned golden.

"I… I didn't really… kiss him…" He looked away shyly.

"Okay… Would you kiss him?"

"Blue!" Dream squealed, burying his face in his hands. "I… I don't know!"

Blue laughed.

"You have time to figure out! When are you going to see him again?"

"I… We're going to get lunch together on campus sometime this week… It's not really a date."

"It's kind of a date. Just not official!" Blue laughed.

"Since you're so busy grilling me… Answer something for me." Dream smiled.

"I'm an open book!"

"Wasn't that guy that you had a crush on at your school before you moved to our junior high's name was Error?"

"It was." Blue nodded.

"Do you think… that could be him?" Dream tilted his head.

"That would be a really weird coincidence. I don't think it's probable, considering he lived a few states away."

"Have you tried looking for him?"

"No, it doesn't look like he has any social media. I haven't been able to find much about him at all. Not even on a company's staff webpage. He's just been lost." Blue shrugged sadly.

"I know you're still hoping to meet him again. Anything is possible as long as you believe!" Dream cheered.

"Thanks Dream. He probably wouldn't remember me anyway…"

"Don't think like that!" Dream gripped his hands. "You just have to keep thinking about him and he'll come to you. If it's meant to be, you'll meet him again someday."

Blue laughed.

"Thanks, Dream."


The next day passed in a happy bliss for Ink.

As much as he had just wanted to stay the night with Error (a no-sex night), he had pulled himself out of his boyfriend's arms and returned to his own apartment. There were lines that had to be crossed and he knew he wasn't ready for them, even if it would have been a simple sleepover. He had, however, very much enjoyed Error laying on him after their make out session and falling asleep on his chest. He got to watch Error sleep, looking peaceful for once instead of his usual grumpy. He also may have taken a peek at the guy's phone, only to find a picture of himself, drawing with his tongue peeking out, set as his background. Of course, he teased Error about it when he woke up.

"What's this picture?" He had asked, holding the phone up.

Watching Error's face brighten to an unseen hue was one of the highlights of Ink's life up to this point.

"I uh… Cross…" Error started to move off of Ink, but the artist quickly wrapped his legs around him, locking him in place for questioning.

"Cross?" Ink frowned thoughtfully. "Oh, the camera noise." He nodded to himself, remembering back to the other night. "But why is it your background?"

Error looked completely distraught, like a child caught trying to steal a cookie.

"Uh… B-because…" He squirmed against Ink's legs, trying to break free and put some distance between them so he could have some time to gather his thoughts. But Ink was relentless and wouldn't let go. "Because you look adorable and I wanted to see it every time I look at my phone."

It was Ink's turn to blush and he finally unwrapped his legs and smiled softly down at the other.

"That's kind of sweet." He admitted and gently kissed Error's forehead.

And then on Monday, they walked to the subway station hand in hand, and Ink was thrilled. And when they parted, Error had kissed him softly on forehead and Ink was in a daze until he got to work, where he had to tell Chara every single detail. His boss squealed in delight and patted him on the back happily.

"You did it, Ink! You cracked his cold, hard shell!" She cheered.

When he got home, he set his things down and grabbed his sketchbook, going over to Error's. They didn't do much, since Error was working on an important assignment for one of his classes, but just being in the same vicinity as him made Ink happy. He had some time to finish up one of the sketches he had gotten from the other night. Now he had his own little picture of his boyfriend. After Error was done, they ordered Thai and shared a few chaste kisses.

Tuesday started out much of the same, though on the way to the subway, Error told him he wouldn't be home until late that night, since he was going to visit his brother at the hospital.

"Fresh is in the hospital?!" Ink had cried. "Was it the skateboard? It was that skateboard, wasn't it? I'll go with you!"

Error laughed.

"No, no… No one's in the hospital. I'm visiting Geno on his lunch break. He doesn't have much time off, and when it is, it's weird. So, I'm going to him." Error explained.

"Oh. That's good. Next time, phrase it differently." Ink chastised as they arrived at his platform.

Error gently kissed his forehead again and Ink's soul fluttered.

"For you, anything." Error grinned and slipped away into the crowd, leaving Ink a bit dazed.

He tried not to compare Error and Dream, but he couldn't help his mind wandering to the differences between the two. Dream was sweet and generally a happy person. He always tried to see the best in people and was the first person to apologize even if he hadn't been in the wrong. When Ink had finally broached the topic that he couldn't love Dream the way he wanted him to, when he finally couldn't stand seeing Dream so depressed any longer, Dream had apologized immediately.

"I'm so sorry Ink… I didn't realize I was upsetting you… Can I have some time to think about what you said? Sorry I can't give you a response right away."

It hurt Ink deep in his soul to watch Dream like that. He owed a lot to Dream. Dream had made him feel welcome when he had first moved to their little suburb. Dream was his friend when no one else had been. He and Blue made him feel like a family. When Dream confessed to him senior year of high school, at their graduation, he agreed to go out with him. He had thought maybe he could learn to like Dream in that way. After all, Dream had done so much for him, he could do this one little thing for Dream, right?

Then it got out of hand. They dated for two years, moved in together, they had even adopted a cat that Ink continually forgot to feed. They shared everything: their thoughts and feelings, their fears, and their bodies. Making love to Dream wasn't bad in any sense of the word. It was exciting at first, but Ink quickly felt that something was right. It was almost always Dream who initiated it, in that sweet little way of his, and Ink never really felt compelled to do more than the bare minimum. He had started to think something was wrong with him, but when he finally put it into a search engine, he was given the term demisexual.

Demisexual, a person who doesn't feel sexual attraction unless there is a strong emotional connection to the other person.

It made him question everything. If there wasn't a strong emotional connection, did that mean he didn't even like Dream as a person? He decided that no, that didn't mean he didn't like Dream as a person or even as a friend. It just meant that he didn't feel romantically inclined towards his friend. And that devastated him. He distanced himself. He tried to figure things out on his own, to wait till he made that connection, but he couldn't. In the end, he found himself sexually attracted to other people, but not Dream. He figured out that the term didn't apply to him, but it did give him insight into his relationship and the ways he was contributing to Dream's unhappiness.

Dream was the official one to break things off between them. Ink knew it wasn't for Dream's sake that Dream ended it. It was for his. Even when Ink was breaking his heart, Dream remained kind, trying to do what was best for his partner. He didn't think of himself, or about becoming happy and finding someone else. He only thought about Ink's happiness and how he had made Ink feel unhappy for so long.

Ink tried his best to assure Dream that he hadn't been unhappy. Just confused. But he only ended up making things worse. So, he made the decision to save up, find a job in the city, and get as far away as he was comfortable with from Dream. They needed space. Dream needed time without him to heal; and he needed the independence.

Then there was Error.

Even though it had only been a little over a week since they met, he already felt the difference. His heart raced when Error leaned in. His soul shifted frantically when they kissed. He wanted to see Error every single chance he got. He wanted to text him all day, even though Error wasn't the texting type. He wanted to push Error down and experience him. Error made him feel special in a way that Dream hadn't quite been able to. Dream made him feel special, sure, but Error, Error made him feel special out of everyone in the vicinity. Dream would pay extra attention to Ink, but Error paid hardly any attention to anyone else so when he paid attention to Ink it was like the world faded away and it was only the two of them.

Now he realized just how wrong he had been to drag on his and Dream's relationship as long as he did. If Dream had felt this way about him, he couldn't imagine the kind of agony he must have felt when he saw Ink pulling away from him. He tried to imagine Error doing that with him and he felt terrible. He knew Dream forgave him for it… But Ink kind of wished he wouldn't. He didn't deserve it.

"Ink?" Chara asked, leaning forward to get his attention. He blinked rapidly, coming back to attention.

"Yeah?" He asked, awkwardly rubbing the back of his skull.

"It's time to close up. And your friend… Blue? Is waiting for you." She shrugged and left, going back to her work.

Ink blinked again. He forgot he and Blue were going to be practicing cooking tonight. He didn't remember asking Blue to meet him at work, but he must have since Blue knew the address. He hopped up and began to help Chara in the back before moving to their duties up front. He spotted his friend walking around the gallery, looking at the paintings. He was dressed in workout clothes, so he must have just come from training one of his clients.

"Blue!" He called happily, not worrying about his volume since they front door was locked and they weren't expecting anyone else.

"Ink!" Blue turned and grinned at him. Ink went to greet his friend and they shared a quick side hug before separating again. "It's nice to see ya, buddy! We have a lot to catch up on, and not just the Error stuff!"

"I know, I know. We'll be able to talk a lot tonight and you can see my apartment!" Ink chimed happily.

"I heard Error, so I had to come over." Chara inserted herself into the conversation. Ink watched his friend's eyes move to her and linger longer than they probably should have. The artist grinned to himself. Chara was a good foot taller than the other skeleton, and was a bit abrasive, but if there was anyone who could handle her it would be Blue. Plus, Ink already knew she had a thing for monsters of the skeletal variety. He would have to ask his friend about it later.

"I've just been telling him everything about Error. He hasn't even met him yet, but he knows just about everything I do about him." Ink laughed.

"Yep! And tonight, I'm helping him put together the perfect meal that'll knock Error off his feet! Mweh heh heh!" Blue smiled smugly. Ink watched as Chara blinked, smiling a bit shyly as she heard Blue's laugh. Ink was definitely going to work on setting them up together. He'd make a note in his phone so he would remember.

"What are you going to cook?" Chara asked.

"Tacos!" Ink chirped happily. "Blue makes great tacos."

"Tacos?" Chara seemed taken aback.

"Not tacos." Blue added. "We're going to try something fancier. I was thinking roasted chicken, mweh heh heh."

"Roasted chicken is fancy." Chara nodded. "Error really likes potatoes, too. If you get the little ones and cook it with the chicken, he'll love it."

"Do you cook a lot, Chara?" Blue asked, seeming to be awed by her. She smiled and nodded.

"I do! It's kind of my hobby." She shrugged. "I think we're all done closing up. You can go home now, Ink." She smiled at him. "It was nice meeting you, Blue."

"It was nice meeting you too!" Blue chorused, though he seemed a bit put out that they needed to leave, but he turned away anyway. "So, I think we can stop by the grocery store on our way and get the stuff. Is that okay?"

"That's fine with me!" Ink smiled happily as they left the art gallery. "By the way… what do you think of Chara?"


Error stood in the lobby of the hospital next to the elevators that the nice ladies at the front desk had asked him to wait by once he asked for his brother. It was weird to refer to Geno as "doctor" but he supposed that was one of the perks of having gone through medical school. While he was waiting, he got to hear these nice ladies' conversation about him and his brother.

"They both have those… glitch looking things on their bodies…" One whispered.

"I guess that means they really are related if they both came out with something like that… But this one's much more… interesting looking… Do you think it's some kind of disease?"

"I haven't heard of anything like it. Maybe it's a weird, monster genetic disease…"

Error sighed.

He had heard comments like this his entire life. That he looked weird. That he might be sick. Their mom had taken him and Geno to the doctor and she told her that they were both healthy. Their glitches were just something they would have to live with for the rest of their lives. The whispers were something he had to get used to as a kid. He used to try and pick fights with everyone who made fun of him or his brother. Geno had been the same way, until he got tired of it. But Error had never tired of it, and after Fresh had his growth spurt, he took over intimidating people for his older brothers. No one wanted to mess with a six-foot 90s freak, so they left the brothers alone.

By the time Error had entered college, he was mostly immune to it. He did get in a lot of drunken fights where the insult would be flung, but it only helped fuel his rage. He always won those fights. The stares were another thing. He just wanted to be left alone, but he was stared at pretty much everywhere he went. He was able to brush it off, especially if it was a child or an older person. Not so much with people his age.

And that's why he disliked Ink the first time he saw him.

It was the day they met. He had just gotten home, and his new neighbor was getting pizza. He didn't expect someone he didn't even know to stare at him so brazenly in the middle of the hallway. He sneered at the smaller skeleton, hoping that would dissuade him, but it hadn't. The little shit continued to stare. Then he came running to his door, playing the hero, and the rest really was history. Error knew, now, that Ink's staring was for a very different reason than him just being strange. It was because Ink was staring at him with an artist's eye, like Error was some magnificent piece of artwork strung up in the Louvre. It was the closest anyone had come to calling him beautiful.

"Error?"

Error pulled himself out of his thoughts and turned to see his brother grinning at him from just outside one of the elevators. He smiled gently. He would never admit it to Fresh, but he had just realized how much he had missed Geno.

His brother was wearing his red scarf, even with his white doctor's coat. The guy had never taken it off in Error's entire memory. And then, there were the glitches. The glitches were placed over his right eye, and only his right eye. Error had them all over his body, but Geno's were specific to his eye.

"Geno." He said, walking over to him. They stood there for an awkward second before Geno pulled him into a hug.

"It's good to see you… And you don't look too terrible, so I'm guessing you're eating real meals and not just having beer and crackers…?" Geno pulled back, trying to look for any signs of a return to Error's standard diet.

"I'm up to eating frozen meals now." Error shrugged but grinned anyway.

"I can't promise the cafeteria is any better than a frozen meal, but you don't have to warm it up yourself." The older brother steered the younger back into the elevator so that they could go to said cafeteria. "What have you been up to? Anything… exciting?"

Error could tell that Fresh had mentioned Ink to Geno by the way he was asking without actually asking. He supposed it really should be Geno who knew that he officially had a boyfriend before Fresh, though Fresh had only been half a day early.

"Well… I met someone." Error looked away, blushing slightly.

"Someone? Like…?" Geno blinked, smiling and waiting for Error to spell it out.

"Like… I have…" Error wished he could just text this to Geno, but Geno would want to hear it in person rather than through text. "I have a boyfriend."

"Error!" Geno cried, grinning and gently pushing his shoulder in a playful manner. "Tell me about him. What's he like? How'd you meet?"

Error told him the story of his and Ink's first encounter, including the terrifying cockroaches that he hated. They walked while he spoke, Geno cooing at the right parts and laughing at the right times.

"Man, he's really getting special treatment from you." Geno sighed as they stood in line at the counter buffet. "You must really like him."

Error colored at that.

"Y-yeah… He's pretty special." He admitted, only causing Geno to grin more.

"When can I meet him?" He asked. "You can make it look like an accident. Just cut one of your phalanges and make him take you here. It'll be perfect and I can practice my healing."

"I'm not cutting myself so you can meet him! You can meet him in a normal way. I'll just… have to figure something out." Error loaded his tray with dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets, macaroni and cheese, and a slice of chocolate cake.

"Your tray looks like you're eating for a five-year-old… Does Ink mind that you have the palate of a child?" Geno teased.

"I took him to the best spot for food trucks in New Home City and he chose a hotdog." Error shrugged.

"So, he also eats like a five-year-old." Geno noted as they went to sit down at one of the tables after he had paid for them. They sat at a table in a far corner of the room, away from the other hospital staff who were taking their break at the time.

They continued their conversation, mostly on Error's side, telling Geno all of the details he had about Ink. Geno grinned happily, excited that his brother had found someone that he was interested in. Then, the inevitable happened.

"Genooooo~!"

Error watched Geno's entire demeanor change. He frowned and tensed, and Error had to check and make sure his eyelight didn't change color. The fact that it didn't was the only inkling Error had that Geno enjoyed this person's attention, even if only a little bit.

He turned to look at the caller, another skeleton (who had only one eyelight lit) dressed in a white doctor's coat. Underneath the coat was a black hoodie, and he had the hood up even though they were indoors, and he was on call. Error frowned, remembering Fresh's words.

The morgue dude.

"Geno!" The doctor finally got to their tables. He was grinning, but Error still found it eerie. The guy definitely gave off the vibe of someone who worked with dead bodies all day. "Who's this? You're not cheating on me, are you?"

"Reaper, this is my brother, Error. Error, this is Reaper. He's a pathologist here at the hospital." Geno explained gruffly. Error didn't offer his hand, but neither did Reaper. They simply stared at each other before Reaper finally looked back to Geno.

"I can see the resemblance, but you're definitely the cutest." Reaper leaned in slightly to Geno, who leaned back as far as he could possibly get. "I should let you get back to your family dinner… Nice to meet you, Error. And Geno?"

"What?"

"My offer still stands. I promise that it'll be the best date of your life." Reaper winked before sauntering off.

"Wow." Error muttered, watching the doctor leave.

"Yeah…" Geno groaned. "He does this every day. And every day I say no. But he's persistent. They only reason he left me alone right now is because you're here. I don't know what to do about him."

"I think you should take him up on it."

"What?!" Geno started, and Error saw his eye color change to the strange mix of red and blue that it turned to when he was about to use his magic. But he blinked and his eyelight reverted back to the neutral white pinprick. "Why would you even say that?! You saw how he was!"

"If he's that persistent and you really didn't like it, his coworkers would be performing an autopsy on him. Admit it, you like the attention he gives you." Error grinned. Geno squirmed in his seat, a blush tinging his cheeks as he sputtered half-denials before giving up.

"Why can't you be like Fresh and tell me that he really is being annoying?" He huffed.

"He is being annoying. But you like it." Error's grin only grew as his brother continued to try and deny his feelings.

"But-"

"No buts! Just go and if you don't like it, you don't have to go on another one."

"Ugh. Okay, I guess. But if it ends up terribly, it's all your fault!"

"I'll take it."


Ink and Blue's dabble into cooking didn't go well.

Ink had forgotten that Blue was a terrible cook. Even his famous tacos were famous for very different reasons than Blue thought they were famous for.

It had taken them a long time to even prepare the chicken, once they realized that the preparation should have taken place the day before, so the meat could marinate, and once they had tackled that problem, everything had just gone downhill from there.

The sauce burned, the asparagus cooked too quickly, and the chicken… The chicken didn't make it.

Ink and Blue had been sincerely engrossed in their conversation about a new movie that was going to release that week, when suddenly they heard pounding on the door.

"Ink?! Ink, are you okay?!" Error's voice came through the wooden door.

The two friends finally looked around them. The apartment was filled with smoke, and when Ink looked to the smoke detector, he saw that the damn contraption was off.

"Hang on!" Ink cried as he flew to the oven and turned it off, opening the door. Smoke billowed out and he grabbed the oven mitt, pulling the pan out. The chicken was black and hard. He glanced at the time. The poor thing had been in the oven about an hour longer than it should have. Ink had forgotten to set the timer.

Blue was busy opening the windows to try and let the smoke out and fanning the air with one of Ink's sketchbooks.

"Do you need me to get the door?" Blue asked, continuing to fan.

"No!" Ink quickly hurried to the door and opened it with a grin. "Error!" He cried happily, holding out his arms. Error completely bypassed him and rushed into the apartment, starting to look for the source of the smoke.

"Error…" Ink pouted. "It's fine… Now, please, come here-" He still held his arms out, just waiting for Error to insert himself into them.

Error continued to ignore him, even after he spotted the burnt bird that was sitting on the counter. His body relaxed and he sighed.

"Ink…" He turned back to his boyfriend. "What…?"

"We were trying to cook." Blue offered, smiling slightly at the stranger, who didn't seem quite like a stranger.

Error barely glanced at him before sighing again and going over to Ink, pulling him into a tight hug that he lingered in.

"That scared the shit out of me…" He mumbled. Ink blushed, and he knew he should truly feel sorry for making Error worried, but he laughed.

"It's fine… I'm fine…" He hugged Error back. "I was just… trying to practice Friday's dinner…"

There was a moment of silence before Error let out a ripple of laughs.

"In the case, I'm glad you decided to practice. Stars know what would have happened if you hadn't." He continued to laugh.

"Hey! I was trying to do something nice for you and you're going to make fun of me?" Ink pouted. "Jerk!"

"You're the one that burnt the…" Error looked over his shoulder. "Honestly, I don't know what that was."

"It is a chicken. I'm sure there's some edible parts…" Ink frowned thoughtfully. Even he didn't believe that.

"I think you need to rethink dinner." Error offered.

"I think you're right…" Ink grimaced, then smiled, pulling Error down for a kiss. "You were worried about me…" He teased.

"Um… guys…?" Blue asked awkwardly, still fanning.

"Oh!" Ink's eyelights turned to two different colored exclamation points. He had been so caught up in Error that he had forgotten that they had an audience. He slowly peeled his way out of Error's embrace. "Error, this is Blue. Blue, this is Error."

Blue grinned and quickly closed the space between them, offering his hand to his friend's new beau. This time, Error did extend his hand to the other, giving it a small shake before letting go.

"It's nice to meet you!" Blue said happily. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Uh… It's nice to meet you, too…" Error squinted slightly. "Do we… Have we met before?"

Blue thought for a moment, looking Error up and down before his face lit up in recognition.

"Yes!" He shifted happily. "We went to middle school together! I would kind of…"

"Follow me?" Error laughed a bit awkwardly. "You kind of stalked me everywhere I went…"

"Um yeah… I really wanted to be your friends…" Blue shifted slightly.

Finally, it hit Ink.

"Error is the ERROR you had a crush on?!" Ink asked loudly.

Blue flinched and laughed, his cheeks lighting up a bit.

"Yeah… it looks like it is…" He laughed again. "It's kind of awkward now… What are the chances?"

Error finally laughed and shook his head. "It's really… Weird. I always hoped you were doing okay."

"Yeah? I hoped you were happy and looks like you are!" Blue grinned at the two. Both Error and Ink blushed.

"Thanks, Blue." Error smiled slightly and looked away. "I am."

Before Ink could react, Blue jumped at the chance to take his leave.

"Speaking of which, I should get going. Don't want to keep the lovebirds from nesting." He winked at Ink. Error just flushed and looked at the ground.

"Good night Blue! Thanks for the help!" Ink followed him to the door.

"No problem… Sorry it ended up… Not well." Blue laughed softly.

"It's fine. I'll just have to think of something else!" Ink assured him before waving his goodbye and shutting the door. He turned to Error. "I'm still hungry." He complained.

"I can order you something." Error began to pull out his phone, but Ink quickly pushed his hand back down.

"No thanks. What I want is already here."