Together again(errink)

Shopping trip

Ink waves a hand out the door before turning on the cold water. He dunks his head under the stream for a moment. "I don't like seeing myself much."

Error wasn't going to force Ink, well maybe if he started to stink, but as long as that didn't happen, Error would let Ink do what he wanted. "Whatever, I hate looking at myself too...good thing my eyesight sucks."

Ink steps out of the bathroom, shutting the light off. Ink just hated his birthmarks. Ink looks through his things for a change of clothes. "And anyway, I like baths more."

Error's apartment didn't have a bath, just a shower, but Error would have to keep it in mind if they ever decided to move. "Maybe your new place has o-one of those big jacuzzi baths in it...rich people liked those, right?"

"That's a possibility?" Ink says uncertainly. Ink finds a change of clothes and retreats to his new room and changes.

They need to move Ink's things into his room one day. Well, it's not like the room was going anywhere, and Error was not a stranger to a bit of clutter; his room was a fine example of that.

Ink comes back out in a paint-stained brown sweater and shorts. He adjusts the sleeves. "Okay, I'm ready to go!"

Error downs the rest of his coffee and puts the cup in the sink. "O-okay..." He said, heading to the door in thought. "Maybe we should g-get the phone first...most of those places t-tend to have a lot of white... better to get in and out before a lot of people show up," Error thought, trying to look out for Ink.

Ink's breath hitched, "Alright... Thank you for the warning..." Ink needed to figure out how to ease his phobia so he could go places.

Error understood phobias all too well, so of course, he would make sure that Ink was prepared. "...if it gets too much... look at me rather than the walls... maybe that could help," he offered as he entered the car he had ordered.

Ink also gets in and nods, "I'll try to." Ink buckles up and fiddles with his sleeves nervously. "My phobias are getting annoying..."

"At least you can touch people," Error offered, as that could be much worse sometimes. "You don't crash at the slightest pump...or the thought of getting in an elevator" How many times did he take the stairs to avoid other monsters? He lost count.

He did want to help Ink, though. "Mmm, maybe try thinking of it definitely... like it's a canvas just waiting to be painted."

"I know... It's stupid..." Ink mutters. "And I'll try to... I hope I don't... Break down in public..." He really didn't want more people to know.

"It's not stupid." Error said. He never would say someone's fears were stupid. And Ink had a very good reason to have that fear. "And if you do, I'll be there to take you out of there."

Ink smiles at Error, "thank you." Ink keeps fidgeting with his sweater, still nervous. "Maybe I should buy some tinted glasses for times like this."

Error thought that could work, and they could see if there was some they could find while out. "Good thing malls have lots of stores. Something like that should be in one," he said as they arrived.

"How... Many stores are we talking about?" Ink asks.

Error blinked and looked over at ink "have you never been in a mall before" he asked, though he shouldn't be too surprised given how inks parents were. "Well, some are bigger than others, but there are a lot of stores... sometimes a movie theater and restaurants too," he said, getting out of the car.

"I've never- I want to go to a theater now." Ink states, looking right at Error with a perfectly straight face.

Error blinked and sighed. "This mall has one...we can stop by and take a look," he said.