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♡He'll wait.[☁️/Inkmare]

-Swearing..Because Nightmare.
-Nightmare being in denial/hj
-this is a liiiittle angsty, sort of. 

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Request made by: FinchieWinchie

Nightmare impatiently tapped his foot on the wooden flooring of the café, his gaze directed eagerly towards the glass doors of the café Ink had chosen for them to have their date.

At first, Nightmare was skeptical, hesitant even. He wasn't sure if he was ready to date yet. He wasn't sure if he wanted to date Ink  yet. Ink was just one of those people he could possibly use for negativity; just a source, exactly like Killer.

But whenever he put that suggestion in his mind, it didn't feel right. 

Using Ink didn't feel right to Nightmare. Nightmare discovered that, and felt ashamed, it wasn't normal, and it made him felt uneasy. 

Nightmare couldn't even put his finger on why this didn't feel right; he knew Ink didn't have a soul, and Ink was generous enough to tell him that openly, with stars in his pupils has he said so.

And, generally he so certain how open Ink was to ask him out. They've only known each other because of his brother, other than that, he's never interacted with Ink. And up until yesterday, Ink never interacted with him, either.

Then again, unexpected things can occur anytime and place. And frankly, Nightmare wanted to think little of it. He didn't want to think much of Ink asking him out.

Besides...

If he did, he might of thought too much about why he couldn't wholeheartedly reject him.

 Nightmare inhaled forcibly trying to swallow down all of the draining false dignity while it thrived inside of him. 

Even though he'd normally relish off of these emotions, he couldn't find himself able to do so in any shape of form, it felt to overwhelming.

Though, he could only slump back further in his chair before a familiar face approaches him, a sweet smile perked on him that Nightmare could've swore he threw up at a million times before, the skeleton holding out a cup of coffee Nightmare never ordered.

He set it down on the table, and then inspected Nightmare who looked away from him absently.

The other quirked a brow, and poked on his shoulder to gather his narrowed attention.

" Nightmare, are you okay? "

...It was Ccino.

An old friend of his he found himself tolerably fond of.

Thanks to Ccino letting Nightmare drain his negativity in the past, Nightmare managed to grow stronger and develop a friendship they never mention to other people. Though they're mostly over that now, Nightmare no longer uses him for that. Purely because he lost interest in it (mostly using Ccino; Ccino is a mine of negative emotions, but Nightmare just got bored of him). 

For now, they're just on friend(-ish) terms, and never talk about it.

" I'm fine. " Nightmare insisted, crossing his arms as his gaze landed nowhere near Ccino's.

" ...Are you sure? I'm pretty sure I know that look well enough to know that you're stressed out about something. "

Nightmare looks over, glowers softly then shifts his attention back over to the café's main entry doors.