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Error was downing another Hot Chocolate. He had managed to snag only one AU before Ink had cornered him in the second. He hated the fact that Ink had to literally drag him back to his stupid house after that even stupider failure. 

Maybe Ink was right, if he just relaxed here he'd get better quicker. Then he could go back to destroying quicker. It would be the smartest course of action. Thoughtful, he pushed against the couch cushions, settling into a comfier position. Alright, he'd take an vacation.

Sike, why the hell would he take advice from that dumbass?

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