He's my escort (Error X Ink)

Game or Not, I Want to Enjoy it

With the speed of some kind of underworldly demon I've already been hit three times. I can't tell if he's that good of a shot or if I've lost my game but I'm not standing for this. He's going down.

I circle around him pulling my feet high out of the snow. I feel like a deer bounding through the snow poffs that got into a barrel of bourbon, and as fun as that may sound, I'm sure it doesn't look very becoming.

I take two shots that he dodged successfully. I click my tongue against the roof of my mouth irritated. A smile spreads on his face amused by my fury. He throws four more and hits every single one. I retaliate only to make the worst throw I've ever seen, the ball slipped off my hand way too early and it ended up a couple feet behind me instead. My face lights up from shame. His eyes widen and he laughs, wow is he actually having fun? Haven't seen this face on my sweet little Error before. As pleased as I may be seeing him happy, I'm not letting him win.

"I meant to do that," I say.

"Sure you did Ink." He rubs his eyes as he's going into a laughing fit his shoulders bouncing up and down as he giggles. I take advantage of his short distraction to run over and kick some snow up in his face. Without stopping and while he's trying to recover I shove him with all the strength I could muster. He makes a squeak as he falls and sinks into the snow like a mouse that... I guess just got ran over by a drunk deer? Heh. I place my hands on my hips in victory looking down on him.

"Shouldn't let your guard down so easily ~" I coo condescendingly. He rubs his face with his right coat sleeve with a smirk.

"Same goes for you." I look at him with an eyebrow raised and am promptly struck at the top of my head with a snowball that fell from the sky. I'm more shocked than anything. He must have thrown it after he hit the ground, but how didn't I notice that? He really is a demon. With my mouth agape Error's expression changes and he sits up quickly.

"Stop messing around. This isn't a fkn game." The stern looking cop that hasn't said a word until now glares at us. Error takes a nervous glance at me which I shrug in response to. "Don't give me that clueless ass look. You're in deep shit and should be hand cuffed at this very moment." His voice is low and raspy with teeth curved and bent sporadically to match. The other cop comes up behind him and taps his shoulder, the tough cop grunts and continues walking towards Error's house. The officer that is left with us let's out a melancholy sigh and motions for us to come along.

I offer a hand and pull Error to his feet. "You should carry me on your back." I give a puppy dog look. After brushing off some snow He pauses for a second pretending to think it over.

"No." he starts to walk along with the others. I trot to catch up.

"I got shot 5 or something times. I'm a victim of war." I pose dramatically.

" you got hit by a soft, lumpy, ball of powder."

"You make my struggles sound so meaningless." I fake sob, then I stop joking "Nah but seriously Error, I'm not feeling so good." I rub my temple. "I think my fever is coming back." He tries to hide it but I can see the faint worry that washed over his face.

"... We're almost there. Plus your dress would make it difficult." I let out a little sigh and keep trudging along. I notice errors hand twitch back and forth. Wonder what he's thinking about.

I start to slow down. I yawn and stretch my arms out in front of me with my eyes closed. I feel a hand intertwine with mine making my eyes open and causing my face to heat up. There's that feeling again.

The cops knock on the door with Error and me a few paces from the house. Geno whipped the door open expecting Error who he would give a talking to about being out as late as he is. What greeted him was much less enjoyable.

"Oh...can I help you?" Geno asks obviously taken off guard, making the door opening just a little thinner. The cops start to explain their reason for being here. Error drags me to the door and ducks under Geno's arm. Geno moves it by the time I get to him.

"Okay, um.." Error looks around like he doesn't know what he's doing. He takes me to the fireplace and pushes me to sit down. "Stay here." I do as I'm told, the conversation at the door starts to get more heated and Fresh goes over to nullify that. I can only hear bits and pieces where I am, but Fresh invited them in and offered coffee. I lay down on the rug next to the fire tracing the patterns with a finger. It looks like no one walks on it. It is beautiful, maybe they don't want to ruin it? I hear Error's footsteps beat down the stairs and so does Geno

"Error. Get over here." He sounds scary when he's mad. But Error isn't fazed.

"I'm coming." Holding a blanket, water, and medicine in his arms he unloads it onto the little decorative table in the room. He pours an amount of medicine into a cup and hands it to me along with the water.

"What? No sugar this time?" I tease but it looks like it made Error feel bad anyway.

"I don't know where Geno put it." He grumbles under his breath.

"Error. Now!" His tone made me flinch making my shivering worse. Error gets mad.

"I said I'm coming! Chill out!" He fluffs the blanket over me. Pausing to look around seemingly checking he didn't forget anything. "Just call if you need anything. Alright?" I smile and nod pulling the blanket over my chin. "Good," he walks to the room everyone else is in.

I stare at the fire dance by itself to no music, disintegrating the wood around it slowly. My heart hurts. I shouldn't be taken care of like this. It's never happened to me and it feels so wrong. It is wrong. I'm not supposed to be cared for. This feeling reminds me of when Error said he loved me. Me. A male prostitute who doesn't love anyone. Someone that uses others' weaknesses to make money. Geno's tone brought back bad memories of younger me and the crappy people that I needed money from. along with the others I nearly killed just to get away from. they're only memories and they don't bother me. At least I didn't think they did.

I start to rub my eyes cause they sting and I realize there's liquid around them. Me? Crying? My face heats up with the same shame that rose in me when I whiffed the snowball earlier. I curl up and rub my face into the blanket. What's happening to me?