Two people sat together silently with the only noise of pencil softly scratching on paper, one gazing up above at the view. Papers dangling above on string, connected all together in overlapping patterns that reached beyond your sight. You took a faint sigh before noticing a certain someone’s stare meeting yours, who had token their attention off their sketch.

A small remorseful covered smile shone on his face, as he turned his eyelights up above to the Doodlesphere.

“Once I told you I kissed a thousand women.”

Ink recalled while cocking his head slowly, taking a moment for a brief look back at you before tilting to lean onto his hands. A chortle from said skeleton echoed through the winding room.

“It was a lie. I’ve only kissed two or three hundred.”

He softly spoke in a silvery tone, with a curving smirk seeming with gaiety at the revelation. Ink turned his body towards you abruptly, flashing a curious grin on his expression as he leaned towards you.

“Now, how many men have you kissed?”

Inquiring of your amount, having a slightly eager glimmer in his eye sockets as he goggled at you. You replied with a flustered whisper how you’ve kissed very few, scratching your head when seeing Ink’s interested gawk. He gasped in shock oddly, staring thoughtfully from your response with a hum.

“But you offered me a kiss, why?”

Ink suddenly questioned softly, with a non existent eyebrow raise on his skull. He snapped out of his trance to flip his head facing you. The skeleton looked endearing with his genuinely bewildered pout staring back at you.