Creation Begins with an I, Destruction Begins with an E (Undertale Errink Book)

'Mr. Perfect Nurse'

"You talking yet?" Ink asked, making Cross jump and spill some of his coffee as he hadn't known anyone else was in the room.

"Yeah, I guess." Cross muttered, wiping up the coffee.

"Good!" Ink would have asked more, but decided to leave it at that in fear that he'd get mad. "So... what are you doing when we leave?" He'd quickly glanced outside, it was already getting dark and they were still in the tattoo studio. They could have left already, but the four of them had been working on stuff that the manager should be doing. At one point Ashley suggested getting the locks changed on the studio. Her reasoning was that the manager probably wouldn't even notice since he was never even there, and so the four of them could become the owners of the business and sever it from the rest of the studios the manager owned (and seemed to actually care about). Ink had pointed out the fact that it would be highly illegal to do so, so the idea was dropped.

"Probably going for a walk. It's cold outside, so I actually want to be out there." Cross said. He wasn't wrong either: It was very cold on this particular evening. The weather could never make up it's mind.

"Hey Cross, read this." Phoenix threw a notepad at the monochrome skeleton, who caught it and started to read the page. His expression did not change at all, and after about a minute, he closed it and threw it back at Phoenix. 

"Nice." Cross said.

"What is it?" Ink asked.

"Some of the students were passing around a note while I was giving a demonstration earlier. I didn't say anything, but I knew what they were doing. Anyway, it's about Cross and how he never talks." Phoenix smirked at Cross, who looked away.

There was a few seconds of silence before Cross raised his hands. "ALL RIGHT! OKAY! YOU WIN!"

"...Do we? What did we win? Is there a prize?" Ashley giggled, throwing her long hair back over her shoulder where it whipped Phoenix in the face.

"I'm gonna talk to those little sh-"

"You can't call them that." Ink cut him off, though he agreed with what Cross would have said.

"Alright, I'm going to talk to them. I'm gonna tell them that yes, I can talk, I just really hate talking to little sh-"

"Can't say that."

"Then I'm not saying anything. Ink, your phone is ringing."

"Oh. So it is." Ink took out his phone. The caller was Error.

"Um... I'm just gonna take this out here." Ink stepped out of the room and into the main studio, where he sat down on a chair at the front desk and answered the call. "Hey!"

"Hey..." Error's voice sounded weak and Ink could immediately tell something was wrong.

"Are you okay?" Ink asked, concerned. 

"I'm okay. But I can't do tomorrow. I'm sorry." Error sighed. It was Thursday again, and they'd agreed to  third date on Friday.

"Oh, that's okay? Something come up?" Ink asked, trying not to let his disappointment show in his voice. 

"Well... Sort of. And I'm just really tired, I just...I'm sorry."

"It's no problem! We can do it another time!" 

"I just need to get stuff done, but I'll let you know when I'm next free, okay?"

"Yep, that's fine! You sound pretty on edge, don't let whatever it is stress you out too much!"

"Yeah... well, I need to go. Maybe I can text you tomorrow, bye!"

"Alrighty, bye!" Error hung up and Ink sighed, putting his phone on the desk. He told himself to stop being selfish, Error had a life, he was allowed to be busy! And he seemed pretty stressed, whatever it was must have been important.