Together again(errink)

Just getting along

Ink sets down his sketchbook and takes the cup, taking a rather large gulp of the cocoa. "Puppets? That's... Really neat! I never had one though." Ink admits. "Dad thought they are too silly and they both just pushed me to get good grades in this new school. Never got along with anyone there." Ink takes a smaller sip of his cocoa. Why he was telling someone he barely knew all that, he had no idea. He looks outside.

"Thank you for inviting me in and saving my paintings." Ink says with a smile. He feels comfortable around the glitchy skeleton. It felt as if he'd know Error his whole life. But that was silly, even for Ink.

That sounded like it sucked, Error let out a nervous laugh, "I t-tended to get i-in t-trouble in s-school...f-fighting and all" 

He tended to chose the 'if someone picks on you hit them' option, and because he glitched out a lot he ended up getting picked on a lot. He had gotten okay grades. Not the best but not the worst either, he could have gotten better if he applied himself more. He took a sip of his cocoa and couldn't help but feel like this was just weird somehow, but also normal.

"T-this is weird r-right. Talking this easy, i-its weird for me at least, It took me a y-year to b-be able to t-talk to b-blue without c-crashing." He asked, This was not normal, not for him, he should be crashing right now and he didn't know why he wasn't. 

He was nervous, yes but it was like he had already gone through the hard process of getting anyone getting to know someone out of the way. What could not be right because he had never met Ink before.

"It is. I thought it was silly, how I'm telling you practically anything, including things I never uttered to another person." Ink agrees. "I Feel like I've met you before but that's silly. Maybe it's that you remind me of a childhood friend that- never mind. That sounds even worse."

It was too weird even for the forgetful artist. His mind playing tricks on him and bringing up things that couldn't have been possible. He couldn't have had a friend back then. He was too odd for others his age to like him. "And crashing?"

"W-well I don't think there are m-many skeletons that l-look like m-me around," Error said since from what he knew it was uncommon for skeletons to have black red, or yellow bones, mismatched eye lights, and blue stains coming from their eye sockets. But he wouldn't rule it out. "But...M-maybe you d-did have a f-friend that i-i r-remind you o-of. M-my mother o-once said I h-had one w-when I w-was little...b-but I don't r-remember m-much from w-when I was little." 

But really most people didn't remember much from when they were very small, and if they could well Error always thought that was just weird, why would they want to remember stuff from when they were five.

He tenses a little though, realizing that he mentioned crashing. "O-oh...yeah...It mostly happens if s-someone touches me or i-I'm too stressed...I g-glitch out so badly I'm u-unresponsive and error words f-fill my eyes so I can't see" he said starting the tapping on his cup again getting nervous once again. "I h-have haphephobia pretty b-badly"

Ink shrugs it off, "I didn't really have friends. My parents told me I was generally an... Emotionless kid. I was too odd for kids back then so I don't think I actually had a friend then." Ink finishes his hot cocoa and taps his cup. "That sounds like it's horrible." Ink can't even imagine what it was like to go through that. "The closest thing I can think of that I'd experienced is going into a panic whenever I'm in a plain white room. Or even mentioning the color makes me uncomfortable."

Funny enough chances are Error would have liked someone like that. Or at least been drawn to them for the chance that they wouldn't touch them. "Ha a-almost sounds l-like we s-should have m-met, I p-probably wouldn't h-have been scared o-of someone t-that didn't show e-emotion."