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"The lovebirds."

Ink laughed, "And when did you become my mom?" Ink asked jokingly, a brow raising.
"You already made that joke today, color face." Mischief commented as he grabbed another straw to mess with.
Reaper just listened, grabbing his ice cream and smiling softly with the bitter-sweet taste.
Ink chuckled with slight embarrassment, sticking his rainbow tongue out. "Really? I must've forgot then."
"It's alright." Error said, "And the only reason I act like a mother is so you don't get killed in any other way that isn't me-" Error spoke defensively, jogging the other's memory.
Ink put his elbows on the table and rested his head on his hands. "Implying you will." Ink taunted the destroyer of worlds, smiling deviously.
"Ink, you are taunting literal death, I suggest you backtrack on your life decisions." Mischief said simply, warning the other half jokingly.
"Nah, that's the destroyer of worlds, I'm death. But I'm here for it." Reaper said simply as he took a spoonful of the ice cream and placed the spoon in his mouth, just holding it there for a bit.

"Ya know what, I'm taking your ice cream." Error said, a devious smile on his face as he pulled the ice cream bowl out of reach of the small skeleton.
Ink, being the short Ikea gnome he is, reached for it, trying his best to move closer to get it back. "HeYyyyy- give that back!" Ink whined as he reached over one of Error's shoulders towards it.
Reaper prepared the camera for any ship moments, as Mischief took out a sketchbook to draw the scene unfolding before his very 'eyes'.
"NOPE!" Error said, laughing only a smidge evilly as he raised his arm up into the air with the ice cream bowl held carefully with one hand. "The only reason I am not dropping this bowl is because the workers are nice."

Ink near had to climb onto Errors lap to reach farther, but not quite. Ink's eyes turned to the red targets as he smiled, almost too friendly for anyone's liking. "I will turn your bones into a jungle gym for children." Ink spoke passive aggressively, staring dead into Error's red eye sockets.

Reaper leaned over to Mischief. "Am I the only one getting too much romantic tension from this?" Reaper whispered to mischief, curiosity shining, him not looking away from the two.
"You are not alone my brethren." Mischief said simply as he watched simply.

Error couldn't resist his urge after he got a brilliant response and leaned his head a little closer to Ink's face, mere inches away, staring right into his red target eye lights . "Impling you'll climb it?" He teased, his grin sly and smug.
Ink's face turned into the creepy blank expression most soulless beings had. "Give me the fucking bowl-" His voice sounded almost demonic as he tried to reach the bowl by leaning over Error's shoulder and reaching, "Screw having tiny arms-" Ink gave up as he fell limp on Error's lap, his arms dropped over error's shoulders, his legs neatly placed alongside Error's outer legs and his head on Error's chest.
Reaper was so tempted to make a lewd joke but felt the need not to, he didn't want to ruin this.

Error laughed once more and slowly handed the bowl back to Ink, taking his sweet time before giving it back. "Happy now, shorty?"
Ink's eye lights turned to stars as he did grabby hands towards the bowl the whole way towards him. Ink decided to not move and just eat his ice cream there, it was surprisingly comfy for lying on a skeleton. "I will now not turn you into a freaky nightmarish jungle gym." Ink joked as he ate his ice Cream in peace, a look of pleasant peace in his eyes.
Error smiled and directed his attention to Mischief and Reaper, "Are you going to stare and let your ice cream melt or...?" He said narrowing his eye sockets at them.
Reaper took yet another photo of the two, smiling smugly as he did so. "I'd prefer this sight over any ice cream." Reaper laughed a bit before putting his flip phone down, the bisexual keychain clinking on the table as he did so. He ate slowly but peacefully, he was surprisingly calm for the embodiment of death.
Error rolled his eyes and winced slightly, he had done his best to ignore the voices, but now.....

Okay guys we have to stay calm so we don't hurt him-
inhales
hear we go
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
you spelled here wrong
shut the [redacted] up kyle
AAAAAAAA

Mischief chilled like a villain, looking out the window as he placed his sketchbook down, the child like drawing shining in the noon light. Mischief placed his head on his hand, huffing slightly, curious how Dream was doing. Mischief thought for a second and spaced out, he wasn't as good at this as Masky was.
The images he saw were like that of a tv switching channels quickly, but these were all aus of many multiverses. Mischief caught it and found the Nightmare castle section of universes, he just had to skim these until he found it. Or he could try and find the specific multiverse number, but he had forgotten it already.
Mischief found what seemed to be it and peered in, it was like watching a movie from his prospective, it seemed that Cross and Dream were fighting each other in some arena, Dream was a bit beat up, but not as bad as Cross. Still, Cross fought on. Hmm, Dream will probably be fine for a little longer.

"Mischief?" Error asked, the other skeleton's whole demeanor had changed from how annoying and cocky he was.
Mischief snapped back to reality with a small 'oh', his legs kicking again. "Yes?" Mischief tilted his head inconspicuously, not mischievous at all, he seemed calm.
"You 100% zoned out again." Error said simply, scoffing, grabbing his own spoon and trying his ice cream, it was pretty good, and his eyes widened as he nodded, trying to not show he liked it because he would never admit it to Ink, especially not when he was being used as a pillow by the smaller skeleton.

AWWWWWWWWWWWW
LOOOK AT THEM :))))

Ink finished his ice cream and balanced the bowl on the top of the booth ledge for the time being, he honestly wanted to take a nap, this day was a bit much for him.
Mischief nodded. "Yeah, we do that often." Mischief chuckled simply, continuing to look outside at the trees and birds, all behind a glass.
Error looked down at Ink, who seemed to be half asleep. "Understandable." He said to Mischief, looking around the restaurant before continuing. "This place is nice, and it seems peaceful, so we should be safe until we can come up with a plan to get Dream back."

Mischief nodded simply as he lied down on the table, just his head and arms mainly.
Reaper was looking at memes. "So guys, what would we call a skeleton cat?" Reaper tried to start up conversation again like how someone starts up a lawnmower.
"Ummmmm, no comment?" Error said, not knowing the answer. All of them were tired, but even if Error wanted to, he couldn't sleep. The stress was building up in his mind, it seemed like there was a lot to do.
Reaper didn't look up from his phone, smiling smugly. "A fe - lange." Reaper purred simply, grinning. From the corner of his vision, the god of death saw Mischief's narrowed 'eyes.' "Aw, don't be salty like a catfish, it's the purrfect pun." Reaper looked over to Mischief as he spoke, Mischief very much disliked the puns.

Error sighed, "I don't get it but okay." He said with a small laugh.
The destroyer of worlds looked to Mischief, "Are the voices telling you anything, or is it just me they're screaming at?" He asked almost seemingly innocent like.
Error felt a small shuffle in his lap and looked to see Ink was asleep, he looked very peaceful for a chaotic gremlin that Error had fallen-
Nope not gonna finish that thought.
So Error looked at Ink, who had started to curl into himself, seemingly trying to find a comfortable position in sleep. Error removed his jacket from his waist and slipped it over Ink's figure, letting the warmth pass to the other skeleton as the voices screamed at him.

Mischief laughed, "I thought we already considered that we can both hear them simultaneously." Mischief said simply as Reaper took a picture of Mischief and the two lovebirds.
"And saved~ Since those two seem to be sleeping, well, mostly, wanna play a game with death?" Reaper asked Mischief as he pulled out a deck of cards from his robe like a illegal item.
"Sign me up and call me Lady Gaga." Mischief laughed as he fixed his posture, leaning forward towards Reaper, his elbows on the table as he made the pop culture reference.