Sickly - An Errorink Drabble

fifteen

Ink smiled, about to, carefully, collapse onto the couch with a steaming mug of coffee in hand, before pausing at a sound best described as a feral growl.

"In-k, fu-ck off."

"Uh, what?" He just wanted to sit on his couch?

"Sta-y five fe--et awa-y from me." Error spoke as if Ink should have known this and had already been told about the new ground rule multiple times (he had not).

"When did we agree on rules?" Ink half-joked.

"Sin-ce I en-tered your stupi-d hou-se, that-s when, res-pect them o-r im lea-ving."

Ink sighed. "Fair enough." He could just abode in the kitchen instead.