Sickly - An Errorink Drabble

sixty one

Error inwardly groaned, taking up all available space on the couch by laying face-down with a extra touch of his weighted blanket keeping him nice and cozy. It would be great if his everything wasn't sore, it was out of his mouth before he could catch it. He just wanted some relief oh so desperately...

"Ink-k? Do you mi-nd if you w-ere to gi-ve me a mass-age..."

"It involves touching though?"

"No-t if yo-u us-e your ki-tchen roll-ing pin or wha-tever."

"Im not too sure how well that would work-"

"Ju-st tr-y it."

It worked, with a lot of improvisation, and Error was soon greatly satisfied.