Requested By: WaterLillyDraws
Error heaved a sigh at what he saw on the camera footage. His brother Fresh had again snuck off. He'd been givin word that his brother was sneeking out and going into another mafia's territory, but not just any mafia, the Joku mafia. Error's mafia and the Joku mafia, have bad blood at the moment- Error can only guess what he was doing there, and his guesses weren't all to promising.
So with this revilation Error took matters into his own hands. He didn't utter a word of this to his older brother Geno. He was sick and Error didn't want to stress him. So he hired an assassin, but not to kill Fresh. Error loves his brother, even if he doesn't show it often, so he made sure to mention not to kill him. He mainly hired the assassin because they were an expert slooth and could get around without being spoted. They were to only deliver any information they found so he could deal with his brother accordingly.
It had worked out perfectly. The assassin was able to uncover that Fresh was only going out to partys that was on the border of Error and the Joku's territory. He's since sat his little brother down and lectured to him how dangerous it was, however, knowing his brother he knew he'd go there again. So he told Fresh to bring something along to protect himself, at the bare minimum a knife, and to have a driver nearby, just in case anything were to go south; and he was right, Fresh had again snuck out.
Error had been meeting up with the assassin and giving him numerous jobs for months now, even after the initial job was concluded. Through out the multiple months Error had found himself enjoying the other's company, and trying to find reasons to keep him around.
The assassin's name was Ink, he was annoying, there was no questioning that, but not to the point where Error totally despised his presence, he was so used to people being respectful to him, so Ink was like a breath of fresh air.
Ink always wore the same black long coat with a large hood covering his face. Error had never seen the other's face, and the one time he asked about the hood, Ink responed in a word: oddly.
"Now that the important details were discussed. May I ask why you leave your hood up?" Error questioned, pointing to the hood on the others head. "You do know that there are no cameras in here, right?"Ink tensed, before clutching at his hood. "It covers my eyelights." Ink said promptly regaining his composure.
"Your eyelights." Error stated like a question.
"Yes." Ink said stiffly. Error, seeing that the assassin wasn't going to elaborate any further, droped the subject and never brought it up again.
Error was pulled from his reminceing by a knock on the CCTV room door -where he was looking at the footage ealier-. Upon glanceing at the screen where a live feed videoed the hallway Error saw Ink standing at the door, waiting patiently to be let in. Error quickly got up from his chair, almost knocking it over in the process.
Ink had just gotten back from his last job of the day, he was exhausted. The job he'd just done wasn't even difficult, it was just teadious and tireing. After he talks with Error he was going to go home and sleep the rest of the day away. He raised his hand to knock again, but before his hand even touched the wood of the door, the door swung open.Ink stiffened in surprise but quickly recovered, and pulled on his hood nervously. Ink couldn't help it; Error was a great monster -Ink was surprised that he was even in the mafia, much less the Don-, he was nice, considerate, and Ink genuinely liked him. When Ink did work for him he didn't feel like he was doing a job, he felt like he was doing a favor for a friend -granted a bloodly and gore filled favor, but it felt like a favor nonetheless-. Were Error and him friends? He sure hoped so. Why else would he be hireing him for so many miscellaneous jobs?
Ink retreated from his thoughts in favor to listening to what Error was saying.
"-esh, he's been sneeking out a lot, I'm just worried Fresh is going to get hurt. Can't he see that?" Error ranted not realising that Ink wasn't paying attention to the bulk of it.
Ink hadn't heared what he'd said before, so he decided to respond to what Error had ended with, "I'm sure he does, Error. He just wants to have fun," Ink said sincerely, before continueing with a snicker,"I'm sure you were the same when you were his age."
"That couldn't be further from the truth." Error deadpanned, earning a chuckle from Ink.
Ink pushed past Error to sit in a chair in the monitor filled room. Ink needed to sit down, he'd been on his feet all day. While Ink would never admit it aloud, just talking with Error made the days job worth it, because now he could relax and talk to Error. Error grabed a chair and sat near Ink, and the two chatted together for an hour looking at the monitors, and what people were doing. The entire time they were talking Ink was fighting his sleep and stubbernly tried to keep his eyes open.
"-I just can't get enough, it's a shame they canceled it. I'm already so invested." Error compained, but became acutely aware of the silence that had been going on longer then normal. He glanced to see if Ink had wandered into his thoughts again, -which he'd learned Ink did a lot- only to be greeted with the sight of Ink sleeping peacefully in the unconfortable, cheap, plastic chair.
Error sighed and doted on the shorter skeleton, and shuffled his chair closer to Ink's so they were side by side. Error paused when he realized the opportunity that had presented its self. Error could finally fulfill his curiosity. He could lift his hood and finally see Ink's elusive face, and Ink would be none the wiser. No harm done, right? Error placed his hand on the back of the other's hood that consealed his face.
Error stared pensively, a war of thoughts battleing to be heard in his mind. His hand retreated from the other's skull. He couldn't do it. He couldn't betray Ink like that, it was wrong. He'd wait until Ink was ready. Error continued to berate himself internally for being so selfish. After Error felt he'd reprimanded himself, he returned his hand to Inks head and guided it to rest on his chest. He rapped his arm around Ink to make sure he was steady and suffled so he was closer to Ink, and rested his skull on his other arm that was around the back of the seat.
Well maybe he could afford be just a little selfish...
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