error was the most famous mafia in the whole city. after a long day of work, he walked the familiar path he knew very well towards the bar. as he walked, he couldn't help but notice a skeleton ahead on the sidewalk. he was about to take out his gun and blow their brains out, before he took a good look at who it was. it was a fellow skeleton named ink.

a fellow skeleton, however, he was quite attractive, and the way he held himself as he walked said everything needed to say. error had to have him. eventually, error caught up, and walked right behind him, debating what to do about his feelings towards the skeleton.

error: "huh.. what to do.."

he muttered, the other skeleton unable to hear him.