Painting in the Doodlesphere was sometimes a messy situation.
Ink gave a judging look at his painting, full of vibrant colors that give a feeling of a kid's first painting. Though the skeleton stared off slightly from his half way done masterpiece, daydreaming of the white dog that ran away from countless monsters while barking.
Suddenly a gloved hand came to rest onto his shoulder, making him flinch and accidentally drop the paint and brushes he was holding. The liquid splat all over him and ruined his clothes.
The artist gasped, jumping up and down and flailing quickly. Small paint droplets flew to the ground, but most stayed on him, soon to be dried in the next living moments.
"Dream, you made me drop paint on myself!" he lamented, looking around frantically for something to dry himself with.
"Oh! I am so sorry!" Dream tried to apologize, however his voice was not heard as Ink screamed like a banshee when rubbing on his beige scarf did nothing to make the paint disappear.
"This is acrylic paint!" he shouted.
"How was I supposed to know?!"
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Go homework so less writing lol
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Inktobertale 2022 (Writing edition)
FanfictionYEAHHHHH INKTOBERTALE LET'S GO RAHHH Doing every prompt that I can :)) Comyet my beloved, thx for the new prompt list <3
