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Ink, finally, managed to watch some TV again, though he had kept it on low volume along with being unable to get all that comfy on what used to be his couch. Error was asleep beside him, so he had taken the chance to momentarily reclaim the couch.

He was glad Error had at least taken the medicine, as he noticed the two pills placed on the coffee table were gone- which also meant they could've been thrown away. Eh, he'll just assume he took them.

...He should probably consider taking Error to a doctor to get this illness figured out.

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