chapter 26

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Ink POV:

"You bit my son?" I said facing Goth.

"No, it wasn't like that Dady," Palette said.

"What was it 'like' then?" I asked, I felt a hand on my shoulder turning to see Error looking at me shaking his head slightly.

I sigh and nodded, apologising.

"Sorry Pally, I suppose I'm kind of out of whack this morning," I saw Error start blushing behind me.

"Aha, I knew you two did something this morning! I didn't think you'd do 'it' though. I only know this because Error has this tradition of wearing your shirt the following day or day of and you always say you're out of 'whack'," Palette rambled on.

"O-oh," I stutter, blushing slightly only to see Error engulfed in yellow.

The other two boys with Palette both started to chuckle at the fact that Error was embarrassed. Error took a deep breath and stared them down. Both of them backing off.

"Heh, uhh, yeah, but anyway, Palette,"

"Yes Dady?"

"Just remember we're in a hotel, sound travels, the walls aren't that thick," I continued.

"I know, but... I hope Error realised that this morning," Palette said with a smirk putting his room key in his bag.

"What? Where's this attitude coming from Palette?" I asked shocked at what he said.

"I- uh, stars sorry Dady, I don't even know where that came from," He stammered.

"Okay? But anyway, we heard that there was yelling so we made our way up here," I stated, to hopefully end this conversation.

"Yeah, okay, sorry again..." Palette mumbled, rubbing his left hand down his right elbow, looking down slightly.

"It's okay Pal, just be mindful," I reminded, starting to make my leave.

"Okay," Palette responded, standing with the other two boys, sending me a subtle smile.

I left with Error, we took the elevator to the lobby and started to make our way to the neighbouring hotel to see the other teachers.

Goth POV:

We watched as Ink and Error made their way to the elevator, them taking it down. We stood for a bit before I turned to Palette.

"Hey, Pally?" I questioned, wrapping an arm around his waist.

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