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It was just natural to him now. Every morning when he got up to make coffee for himself, he made sure to make a hot chocolate as well. Sometimes the time he was called upon to make a hot chocolate differed, but he rarely failed to do it in the morning anyway.

"Error! Hot chocolate is ready!" Ink called as he plopped a overflowing handful of mini marsh mellows into the cup. 

When no reply came, Ink decided it was one of the days when Error just couldn't get out of bed in the morning, at least, until he checked upstairs.

Oh.

Right.

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