(Ink POV)

(disclaimer: Errorink)

Error sat in his beanbag,chocolate bar in hand— as he prepared to take a bite, He suddenly remembered..

You were in his Antivoid.

He turned his skeletal-head, rather a skull. At your direction, but.. You were just .. not moving. Aw man. It's this time again? He sighed deeply, You didn't have your vials? Well, He's kind of used to it.

He just sat there, with an unreadable expression.

«"Ink?"»