error had taken ink's sash of vials. recently, error had wanted to do something for ink when he asked ink out, but had accidentally broken ink's sash of vials. most of the vials were shattered and the emotion inducing paint spreading everywhere.

error: "damnit.. how the hell do i.."

he grumbled, deep in thought. he hated being something ink might hate, but doing this wasn't going to make ink happy. error had to think..