“No! My sandcastle!” Ink screamed, visibly distraught as he mourned over his sandcastle. It was a beautiful piece—now a pile of rugged sand.

“Ink, it’s a sandcastle. Besides, you built it so close to the water. It was bound to be washed away.” Dream said carefully, taking a sip of his drink. He looked unamused

“Dream has a point, Ink.” Swap mumbled, hiding behind Dream and trying not to laugh. It was genuinely hilarious that Ink hadn’t thought this though. Ink didn’t think often anyways.