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Anyone order Nicecream?

Error sat leaned back against a tree and people watched, he seemed a bit bored. The glitch saw humans and monsters alike walking down the road. This universe was kind of peaceful, the sun was bright and it had been a drastic change from the dark and gloomy place that was Nightmares castle.
Ink sat beside Error and had continued fixing up the details on his broken ribs but stopped painting to look at Error, his shoulders relaxed as he took in Error's wistful expression. "Are you-... Happy?" Ink looked almost amused as he asked Error that question, going back to fixing his ribs with the magic paint with a small laugh.
Error scoffed, "Depends on what you classify happiness as. I'm relaxed right now if you really want an answer."  He said, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath of the fresh air around him. The tranquility was aggravating, but calming to his soul.
Ink finished up his ribs and reached to the wound on his waist, that hit from Dust made a hole in the side of his pelvis, also made a hole in the side of his pants as well. Ink had accepted the answer, going about what he was doing. "Man, who knew the sun was this hot?? Is it always this warm out on the surface?" Ink looked to Reaper as he asked.
Masky's mask turned to Mischief as he started wheezing simply, his brain going to unwanted places as he snickered.
"Well, yeah, unless it's winter, though that usually depends where you are." Reaper said simply in response to Ink's question. This god of creativity seemed like a curious fellow.

Reaper placed his coffee mug on the ground before he floated and did a slow back flip, he might as well try something fun like counting how many he could do. "Heyo, masked dude." Reaper looked to the emotionless creature who sat on the ground, just looking off into the distance as he counted a second flip, moving like he was underwater. "You've been looking over there for a while now, what are you doing?" Reaper asked in between flips as he smiled in slight amusement, the thoughts running through his head about what the skeleton could be doing just sitting there.
"Watching." Masky replied simply, paying the grim reaper no mind.
Reaper narrowed his eyes slightly in confusion and concern as he stopped counting, stopping at three before he picked up his mug, dusting the dirt off the bottom. "Riiiight.." Reaper mumbled into the bitter drink as he took a long sip of his coffee. 'Totally not creepy at all..' Reaper thought simply, averting his gaze.

Error looked at the two who seemed to be discussing the weather amongst other things and shrugged. "I like the cold more but sometimes it's nice to sunbathe. Though I am dying in this jacket." He said with a sneer, pulling at the polyester as he pulled off his jacket and red sweater to reveal a loose white tank top underneath.
His scarf loose around his neck as he sighed, "Now I won't die of heat stroke."
Ink stayed quiet for a few seconds, just staring at Error before puking out black ink like a waterfall, his eyes both turning to stars, a blue one and a yellow one after a few seconds. "Hehe, what were we talking about?" Ink scratched the back of his head as he did a thumbs up with his other hand towards Error. "I personally think you look good in a tank-top!" Ink complimented the other skeleton.
Reaper stuck up two thumbs impulsively. "Lol, kinky." Reaper responded before quickly putting them back down and taking a long sip of his coffee. Reaper couldn't help but look at the colors of the other's bones, black, yellow, and red, it was a gorgeous color combination in his non existent eyes.
Mischief was dying of laughter this whole time, the shipping was beautiful.
Error was blushing slightly, a marine blue dashed along his cheekbones, before turning away and shrugging. "Eh." He spoke quietly before glaring at the others.
Reaper didn't realize he was staring until Error's stern glare landed on him. The grim reaper felt so embarrassed he could punch himself in the face and have no regrets of doing so. He quickly adverted his gaze behind a mug.
Mischief was near crying on the ground from the implications everywhere.

Ink finished up brushing the hole in his pelvis back on, fixing up the details. "Ya know what? You wanna go get nice cream? I'm sure they have some somewhere around here." Ink suggested as he got up, stretching, putting his shirt back on fully from it's pulled up position, along with his scarf. He stood triumphantly.
"Alright. Just don't overexert yourself, idiot, it's hot and you're injured." Error said sternly, standing and stretching, grabbing his jacket and tying it around his waist, opting to carry the sweater.
Ink blushed a slight rainbow at the butch lesbian esc outfit Error was wearing, little freckles popping up under his blush like skittles. "Alrighty." Ink stretched and walked over to the taller skeleton, his voice quiet but still having a bit of energy lacing the words. "I'll follow you, m'lady!" Ink laughed slightly.
"May we come with? We don't really have much else to do besides laugh at trees over here." Mischief asked, doing the gay hand thing and tilting his head, looking off to the side.
Reaper stayed quiet but wanted to come along as well, but this wasn't his place, he shouldn't surround himself with people who remind him of his past, nor should he be barging into their business.
"I thought it was obvious we were all going, after all we aren't exactly going to abandon Mischief right after we got him back, and you tried helping us so I don't see why not." Error said, crossing his arms as he talked and looking towards Reaper, walking up to him slightly. "It's your choice though."

Reaper looked almost surprised as he took his coffee mug away from his mouth, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away. The annoyed glare that he could recognize anywhere stood a mere foot away from him. "Oh thanks, I'll come along if you you're alright with it." Reaper said as he landed on the floor, dusting off his lap with one hand and making sure none of his coffee split with the other.

"Oh yay! More people!" Ink smiled simply as he clapped his hands together, standing behind Error as the two other skeletons adjusted themselves from sitting or floating to start walking with the other two like civilized people.
"Of course you're happy about more people." Error teased Ink slightly as he turned away from the slightly blushing god of death, looking around simply. "Now,, where do we actually get ice cream? I'm bad with directions."
Ink looked puzzled for a second, like Error was speaking gibberish. "Forgot about that." Ink said simply, chuckling.
"I think it was that way? I've been here once before cause someone's pet goldfish died." Reaper said simply as he walked over to the two skeletons, He kept his distance though. Reaper didn't seem to walk, he more so glided, his wispy robe seeming almost like fire behind him.

They were now on a mission for Ice-cream.