Ink's art room was a mess in short form.
He wasn't an organized person to say for himself, he knew that every room he went into was messy. Did he ever change his habit? No, he did not. No matter when he tells himself he will, he'll forget it anyway. Nonetheless his art supplies were a main problem.
All that his friends mostly complain about is the amount of art supplies he leaves on the floor, even in meetings. It wasn't his fault they were everywhere on the floor, along with papers that were drawn and forgotten.
The artist didn't bother to pick up on their other projects, disliking the image and letting it fall back with the others. They never sought to finish all of them.
Dream sighed, pressing his skull against the closed door of Ink's studio, listening at the rustling of paper and giggles. "You've been in there for five hours, Ink." he said.
No response. The guardian turned the doorknob and sauntered in. What he saw was a not so huge surprise. He sighed again, this time with exhaustion.
"Are you serious? A nest? Made of brushes, pencils, and papers?" The sight was a bit terrifying. Ink sat in the middle of the poorly made nest, making a barricade out of sketchbooks. The skeleton looked back and smiled, although holding a certain sketchbook that held dirty sketches of the guardian unknowingly to Dream.
"And what about it?" he asked, innocently staring at the skeleton in yellow.
"Is that erotica of me?" Dream deadpanned, placing a gloved hand to his hip.
"..no?"
"Oh my god."
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Inktobertale 2022 (Writing edition)
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