His tail swished from side to side, a sigh escaping his lips as he realized you had popped up. “Oh fun, you again.” Inky commented, though it might’ve come off as rude he didn’t exactly mean to be.

“Whaddya want?” The ink demon questioned as he sat up properly, scooting off the rock and standing up to his full height, arms crossed over his chest, trying to seem disinterested, “I thought you guys weren’t supposed to come back here anyway, isn’t it dangerous or something?” Ink MK had rolled his eyes, shoving a pointer finger right into your chest, “y’trying to get yourself killed? I mean hey, I’m not complaining if you do die.”

His jokes were always so blunt like that, but it’s kind of what gave the ink demon his slight bit of charm you couldn’t help but find so stupidly funny. He could be a real bitch at times, but at least he was alright.

Despite seeming so intimidating, he wasn’t so bad, or maybe that was just you.

His tail almost always seemed to be moving, either it was swishing from side to side, or the tip was twitching from left to right—it was so active for someone who seemed kind of lazy unless he needed to be.

You called him lazy because really he was, despite the whole thing with MK, Inky didn’t seem to move around a whole bunch. He was still a little pain in your ass, however.