31 Shiptober Errorink Writing Challenge

14. Humanized

(lmAO dont mind that this sucks af I cannot draw humans and put absolutely zero effort into attempting that-
also i have no idea tf to do with this wejkfwajjksj u h
imma casually quote someoe from a game of among us cause omg i was wheezing
"yooo yellow just murdered the shit out of prpll" BEST THING IVE HEARD SOMEONE SAY SO CALMLY LMAOOO
ahahaha their human now just remember that because i did 0 to describe it beside mentioning their hand skin touching
wow that sounds slightly concerning out of context)

Error glanced around, focusing on each footstep that echoed around him.

He hated malls, and yet, Ink still dragged him here.

For a date, no less.

Weren't dates supposed to be fancy?

Not for the couple, apparently.

He didn't actually mind it, just not loving the amount of people around him.

Pulling his gaze back to his beloved, walking beside him, hand in hand, he glared.

Ink instantly caught onto it.

"Oh stop being grumpy Error, were going for dinner remember? No shopping involved."

"That's not what im upset about..." Error cast a quick glance around, almost as if making sure nobody around was doing anything suspicious.

Suspicious to what was still a resurfacing question.

"I know you hate crowds but its fine! Just stick close to me, I know my way around."

"Of course you do, you've taken me on seventy shopping sprees in just two weeks..." The taller grumbled, lightly squeezing his dates hand.

Ink squeezed back, giving him a sweet smile- it reassured him that Ink had not heard the comment, or at least did not show he did.

His absent hand felt as if it were freezing compared to the snug warmth the handholding was giving to his opposite hand, the feeling of their skin brushing, fingers tightly cuddled between each of the others.

It brought a whole army of butterflies in his chest, trying to turn him into a love-struck idiot, he kept his composure, despite this.

"C'mon, were almost there."

As promised, around the corner was the buffet along with a sparkly carousel in which he had no interest in riding.

"And now that we're here, what are we getting?" 

Ink paused, seriously considering Errors question.

Scoffing with a roll of his eyes, Error waited for the answer.

Of course Ink hadn't thought about what to eat, or if they even served anything they liked. 

"...Chinese..?" Ink suggested tentatively.

With a nod and another quick glance around, Error dragged Ink to where he assumed (based on the name being in something familiar to Chinese, or maybe actually in Chinese, he didn't know because he obviously didn't speak in Chinese) the little restaurant was.

It was literally just a counter for them to wait and order at, they chatted as they waited for their turn amongst the short line of people and monsters combined.

Ink ordered some kind of fancy noodles while Error ordered the spiciest food they had, per a dare of Ink saying he couldn't handle it.

He was gonna show Ink!

And probably burn his entire mouth in the process!

Chasing after a open seat, they settled easily.

Peaceful and happy, Ink calmly slurped his noodles.

Error, already wanting to forfeit just watched the other, trying to pretend he hadn't ordered anything.

"You gonna eat it or..?"

Error frowned at the smug look the other now held.

Sighing and excepting the inevitable trauma that would come from this, began eating his spicy food.

At first, tense and visibly terrified, it didn't taste so bad, spicy, but not painful.

He gave Ink a surprised (yet very glad) look.

"Its... not so bad."

He hummed, actually enjoying the food.

He regretted those words a moment later, as it definitely started kicking in.

His entire face was hot and flushed, tongue and mouth burning, immediately he leant for his cup of water and chugged it like a madman.

It felt like his entire body had been set aflame.

Didn't help much but Ink was laughing so hard it was actually getting peoples attention, though it died down when Error looked like he was choking.

"You okay." He asked between remaining giggles.

"My throat burns." Error responded, raspy and coughing some more.

He already drank his entire cup of water.

FriK.

He truly regretted this now.

"Uh, want some of my noodles?"

Ink pulled the container of spicy food away from Error, glancing at it like it was a dangerous animal about to savagely attack.

"No." 

Error laid his head in his hands, trying to look less like a complete weirdo.

Oh god, he felt awkward, everyone around probably just saw him looking like he was literally dying.

He felt like it too, he really needed some more water.

Like, badly.

"I regret everything..."

Ink laughed.

"Hang on, I'll get you a refill of water."

(ahahhahahahha 666 words (not including my random notes) its cursed lol)