"How's everything going?"
A door clicked shut and boots hit against the hard wooden floor, and Ink didn't bother to look up from his phone, already knowing who it was. "Like I care."
"Hmm, don't be like that, we have things to do," Blue reminded. "You have access to the private section of the library, correct?"
Ink snorted. "I'm Dream's right-hand man, I have access to everything except for the files in his office, and Dream's too stupid to keep them up there," Ink replied, putting away his phone and getting up from his seat.
"I wouldn't call him stupid per se," Blue mentioned, following Ink by his side. "More like... Unsuspecting. I like ones like that."
"Oh please," Ink rolled his eyes as they walked down to the library, "keep it in your pants."
Blue somehow couldn't help but smirk.
He liked ones with bite. And power. And can easily be manipulated for his use, without resulting to more... Bedroom methods.
The cat at the front desk immediately dismissed them when they walked in, seeing as how Dream put so much trust in Ink that they hardly needed to care or ask anything. Ink and Blue slipped into the restricted area without much trouble, immediately heading to the file zone of the area and getting to work.
Ink pulled out several drawers, picking out a few that had certain words on it - "divorce", "domestic abuse", et cetera et cetera. Once they were finished picking through, they sneaked back to the way they came and slipped away, the librarian at the front desk not even giving them a glance.
They headed up to Ink's place, dropped down the multiple files, and, with care, extracted the real papers from the files, before replacing them with the sham ones. Once they finished doing that, they went back and dropped off the files.
"Got a few wrong files when Lord Dream requested a few?" The cat asked, looking at the two with familiarity. Blue nodded. "It's not my usual job."
Ink shrugged, "yeah yeah, whatever, Blue. Let's get back to Boss." He gestured towards the door, and Blue nodded, before the two headed off.
The second thing they had to do was a little trickier. Looking around the halls, it was clear. "You remember where it is?" Blue murmured just loud enough for Ink to hear. The other didn't reply, keeping his gaze neutral like always. Blue didn't fail to notice Ink's hand on his jean pocket.
They walked down and around the halls, the place completely desolate, to the point where it was almost scary. Blue didn't let it get to him, though, as soon they arrived to their destination.
The jail cells.
Blue could immediately feel the effect of the magic blocker on his magic. It felt very strange and alien, like it was forcing his form, especially his glitched eye, to stay together. Suffocating and squeezing almost, except it was purely magical and not physical.
There was a few figures there who perked up when the duo entered. They gave a cold, hard stare. "Today's your lucky day," Blue hummed at a particularly tall one. "Sneak out without anyone seeing you, and you'll be home free."
"You're not our boss," the tall one hissed nastily.
"Hmm, maybe not," Blue said. "But I am your ticket to getting out of jail, alongside your two buddies."
Dust and Killer's gaze was less hostile, and even Horror didn't seem as aggressive. Everyone stayed quiet for the most part, aside from the quiet rattling of the jail keys that Ink was holding.
"... Randy, you've got to admit..." Dust murmured, "this is the only offer we got..."
Horror stared at Dust and Killer intently. "Whatever."
