Together again(errink)

More to learn

Though maybe this was a way, with how easy it seems to talk to him. He gave Ink the Tea Not as tense about maybe being accidentally touched this time. "S-so do y-you still not f-feel anything, i-is this all an act? I-if so your g-good at it," he said drinking his cocoa.

Ink laughs again, "That would have been so funny to see." Ink takes the cup, careful to not touch Error.

"As for now... Kinda is and isn't. I feel some things but not very strongly. Right now has been the most I've ever felt besides when my parents moved away and transferred me to another school. But I learned to fake a smile and act like nothing's wrong."

No one at the time thought it was funny Error had been told that over and over again to the point that he ended up tuning it out. He lessened though and somehow it made sense, well it didn't but did at the same time. 

"N-no one should h-have to just put a smile o-on to make o-others happy. I N-never did, A-also easer to t-tell who c-can end up being a r-real friend over s-some fake one" he said, "I m-mean, any o-one that p-puts up with me h-have to really want t-to be around m-me for some reason." 

An antisocial skeleton that was scared of touch and crowds and had anger issues. Yeah he's the kind of friend everyone wants.

"Monsters just d-don't want to put the work i-in for monsters like us. So f-far I don't think there's anything w-wrong with you. M-maybe were the n-normal ones and e-everyone else is w-weird"

 Well most likely no that was not the case but Error could think what he wanted, it's not like there was anyone else besides them in the store to overhear them at the moment.

"I did for my parents. The first, and only, time I felt was when I started drawing. Imagine an empty room. With each color I used, an object appeared in the room. But they were faded." Ink explains. "And I really like that. It makes me feel like I'm normal. Thanks, Error. For making me feel better about myself." The artist smiles brightly.

Doing it for your parents, Error could understand that part, he did try for his mom, not so much his dad, but his mom he tried for. It didn't always work but he couldn't help that all the time, especially when it was others that would try to start things. 

"Well y-your easy to talk to," he said with a shrug. "And y-you are normal, Y-your normal for y-you. J-just like i-i'm normal for m-me" 

Though he couldn't help but laugh at the hole, blank room, and things popping into it. It did sound funny to him but maybe it's how he was picturing it. Because he was picturing just that. "Is G-green a bush...Is p-pink those valentines ch-chocolates....actually those a-are good...w-wish there was some around n-now" he said threw his laughing.

Ink giggled softly. "Sorta? They tried to have me tell them what each color was to me. Yellow was like the sun. It made me feel happy. Green... Was envy. Blue made me feel unhappy or sad, so on. I never did figure out what pink was." Ink looks up at the ceiling. "These are things I won't even tell my parents. Not even my therapist knew this."

Ink's parents must be something if he felt like he can share with someone that is more or less a stranger more than them. But then again Error had things he wouldn't tell his mom ether, more because he didn't want her to worry about him. "I'm s-sure y-you'll figure out w-what every c-color means f-for you...y-you have your whole life to f-figure it out after all" And no one else could tell him what the colors meant. He could hear that there was rain starting to hit the window, looks like they were stuck there, whether he liked it or not. It was a good thing that he did like it there.

"Sometimes c-colors would g-give me a headache, b-but that was more b-because I wouldn't whare my g-glasses and everything w-was just a b-blob to me. It d-doesn't happen anymore" he said. He pulled one of his threads out and used it to wrap around the current project he was working on and bring it over. Another puppet though he only had the base he had started on. He put his glasses on so he could see what he was doing and actually was able to get a look at Ink ".....y-you have s-some paint o-on your face you know" he said finally noticing a blotch of what he guessed was paint.