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"Again?" Nightmare asked, watching Error pull up his sleeve.
"Yup. I wake up with them sometimes."
Nightmare shook his head. He stared at the art on Error's arm. They were like tattoos, but if you inspected it closer, it was plain old marker. Then would appear on your skin if your soulmate wrote something there on their own body. He shook his head. "I'd be rather upset if my soulmate were to leave drawings on my skin all the time."
"At least I know they're a good artist." He smiled warmly as some sketchy lines started to appear on his left hand.
Nightmare sighed. "And how fucking come you get to have a soulmate before me? I'm older!"
"I thought you said you hated the idea of romance?"
"Well- it's not the romance part, it's the prospect that you can get anything before me! And I don't have to have a romance with my soulmate." He scoffed.
"Sure, keep telling yourself that."
"Fuck off." He groaned.
"Alright." Error turned away and to his hand. His soulmate was scribbling something else on their wrist. It was a small 'good morning.' Error was caught off guard. He reached for his pencil bag, which was snatched by a grinning Nightmare. "Hey! What was that for?"
"Pff, why not?" He rummaged through it, snatching Error's marker and tossed the case back. Error grumbled and pulled out a pen, grinning at Nightmare. "Do you know how fucking difficult it is to write on your skin with pen?" He scoffed, smirking.
Error wordlessly scribbled on a scrap piece of paper till the ink flowed. He wrote 'good morning' back. He didn't get an immediate response like usual and sighed. "They've gotta know I wrote something. . ."
"Aww, were you left on read~?"
"Did you just-"
"Yes."
"Fuck you."
"Nah."
Error groaned and looked down after he felt a tiny sting. His soulmate responded. 'Sorry, taking notes'
"Can I have my marker back? It would help a lot." He sighed.
"Hm? Yeah, in a sec. I wanna see if I actually do have a soulmate and they just haven't written anything." He scribbled down, 'anyone there?'. After six minutes, he sighed and passed the marker back.
"Aww, was it a wrong number~?" Error grinned, responding to his soulmate with 'sorry, my friend took my marker'.
"Shut the fuck up."
"Upset?" He got silence in return. Nightmare sighed again and put his head down in his arms. Error felt sympathetic. "I'm sure you'll be able to talk to them, soon."
"Ha-ha. Sure, whatever."
"No, I'm serious!"
Nightmare opened his mouth to respond, before he gasped a little, squeezing his arm. It stung. He looked down at it.
'<3.'(penis)
...
"Epic, WHAT THE FUCK?!" Cross shoved his friend away. "THAT'S THE FIRST GODDAMN THING THEY'LL SEE!!"
"Calm down, bruh-"
"SHUT UP!"
...
Nightmare stared at his arm. "Seriously. I was upset over- wait, there's more."
