"How did you do this?" Ink asked, stars in their eye-lights. They stared at the perfectly decorated cookies with such an elegant handwriting.
Dream softly pushed the protector aside, holding a piping bag full of pastel yellow frosting. "I wouldn't exactly tell you, after that accident in the kitchen weeks ago." He said.
"But I've grown! Let me ice them!" Ink reached to grab the bag from the guardian, outstretching his arms like it was a solid prize he had won.
"Nope, I can trust Swap to ice these cookies, that I made by myself." Clearly that was hinted at the childish skeleton, who smiled despite the disappointment.
"Please? It's considered art, and you know I'm great at it!" Ink said with a proud grin, vibrating in excitement.
Dream only raised a brow, looked at him up and down, and sighed heavily. He pushed the tool in front of the protector's chest, glaring although playfully.
"I've never seen all of your projects though." he teased.
"That's different."
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Omg, this month is almost over, finally 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
