Severed Ropes, Wires Torn (ErrorInk)

Chapter 7 - You push all my curtains to the side

A/N - The gay disguises chapter

Ink felt off. Obvious ailments aside, it was like forgetting something and knowing you forgot something (something Ink was intimately familiar with) but ...bigger.

And then, it hit him.

Ink quickly adjusted his cropped jacket, tactfully ignoring Error's puzzled turned scandalised look when he unceremoniously stuck his hand down his trousers to pop open the poppers on his bodysuit.

'W-W-W-WHAT THE FFF-FUCK ARE YO-UOU DO-DOING-NG-GGG??'

Error would have added an exclamation point in there somewhere, but he was far too confused - and by the looks of it, flustered - to even consider it.

His jaw was slack and his cheekbones were a delightful shade of yellow that reminded the skeleton of a lush field of dandelions as The Protector pulled his bodysuit up over his ribs the best he could with one functional arm.

Feeling that it was pulled up far enough, Ink let go of the white fabric (the texture added shadow that made the lack of colour bearable) and started feeling around the inside of his ribs, the other skeletons' eye lights following the movement with clear bewilderment.

Once he had found what he was looking for, that being the soul-shaped IV nestled somewhere below his sternum, he hummed. The Destroyer tilted his head to one side in time with the sound, apparently having calmed down. He flicked the ends of the pages of the book he had laying in his lap.

'W-what? What i-is it-tt?'

Inks bi-coloured eye lights flicked over to him.

'I'm running low on paints,'

His good arm went to tug his bone-tight bodysuit back down over his spine and pelvis and he had to suppress the splash of colour that threatened to show on his cheeks when he felt the others eye lights follow his hands as he moved them down his body.

Oh my. Ink let the corner of his mouth twitch upwards.

'Hhh-huh.'

Errors brow bones furrowed.

'What're w-we gonna do ab-about thhh-that?'

Ink glowed internally. We.

'Well,probably get more paints? What else?'

The Destroyer blinked a few times,

'I m-mean... I guess-sss. Where do you ke-keep them?'

The Protector perked up,then slumped.

'Oh.'

Error gave him a look,

'...What is-sss it.'

Ink shot the other a sheepish glance and fiddled with his scarf.

'The Doodle Sphere.'

A pause.

Error slumped as well.

'F-fuck.'

Ink hissed in a breath through his teeth,

'Yup. You don't think Broomie is still in SF!,do you? My! Why'd I have to drop 'em...'

The other skeleton huffed,form buffering for a moment as he covertly stole a sheet of paper from Inks sketchbook to use as a bookmark. He tapped his chin.

'We-well,I d-doubt it. But we can-nnn nev-er be s-s-sure...may as well-lll check...'

He made to stand. Ink watched him get up - and did not notice nor appreciate the soft yet sturdy thickness of Error's visible calf and shin bones, no sir - and lift a hand to summon a portal...and then pause,brow bones furrowed.