Hmf. If you hate me so much, just fucking say that, or whatever.

Error huffed, crossing his arms on the couch with a pout. He was easily jealous, and this was one of those times. He wanted your attention, but he wasn’t receiving it. Yes, his remark was a bit out of pocket, but it wasn’t uncommon for Error to say things like that.

The skeleton was giving you the silent treatment, but kept sneaking glances at you, to see if you would give him any sort of attention.