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Error scowled at Ink as he entered the living room.

"Like what you see?" Ink joked.

Error didn't respond, still scowling, now with hatred.

Ink, loudly,  began looking around sheets of paper, haphazardly throwing almost everything onto the floor. "Do you guys know where my watercolors are?" Ink ventured to a box in the corner, searching it as well.

Error frowned, hearing the Voices answer Inks question. "You-r insane, t-alking to you-rself." 

"I didn't know you were a hypocrite Error." Ink remarked, checking where the Voices had said his watercolors were.

Errors glare hardened. "Assho-le."

"Fair, but your being a hypocrite again."

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