Y/N's POV:

I wake up, and I am at a weird position on the couch.

My leg is on the back cushions, and my other one is hanging off the side of the couch. My two arms were sprawled on the armrest that my head was laying on.

How odd that you don't actually move in your sleep, but rather when you are trying to get comfortable.

Anyways, I also woke up with my throat (not literally,) screaming for water. I bet it would be a nightmare to even speak correctly without H2O.

I then saw Ink stir, and he was laying on the floor, right next to the couch, in some weird PJ's of this. It had paper and jam on it, and also a paperjam in a printer. How odd.

"*Yawn* Good morning Y/N." Ink mumbled, his eye sockets half open.

I tried to speak, but all that came out was a croak.

"Y/N? Do you need some tea?" Ink opened his eye sockets wide as they filled with concern.

I nod my head. He then got up and stretched, exposing his, er, belly. I blushed a bit as I realized that he didn't have any skin.

He then sluggishly walked over to the nearby kitchen, and drew a very sloppy tea maker. Ink yawned a few times while doing so, and he also drew a coffee machine that wasn't as bad, but still not very straight. He also made coffee for himself as he waited for both of the drinks to finish.

In the meantime, I decided to draw myself some clothes. It didn't work out very well, since it was very off scale and also 2-D.

Ink came back with the two drinks in his hands and gave me the tea and also a coaster that he brought over. He then sat down next to me, with a coaster and coffee, a light roast to be exact.

I sipped my tea, and it tasted like...

Tea.

I cleared my throat, and coughed a bit, then I tried to talk.

"What kind of tea is this?" I said in a very raspy voice.

Ink looked at me with a look of concern. He then spoke, which I immediately smiled at the answer.

"It's golden-flower tea." He then smiled back.

We both then sipped our drinks, one after another, but then soon resulting in a sipping war, somehow.

*sip sip sip*

*sip sip sip sip*

*sip sip sip sip sip*

*sip sip sip sip sip sip*

*sip sip sip sip sip sip*

*ack!*

"Haha! I won!" I exclaimed.

"Well that wasn't much of a game, but i'll give you the point." Ink smiled at me and winked. My cheeks unconsciously lit up a bit and I smiled back.

"Okay Ink. But, could you make me some new clothes? I would like to change, but I cant draw them myself." I didn't know that the simple request could be so embarrassing, because I saw Ink's face erupt into a rainbow.

"W-well, uh," Ink scratched the back of his skull. "How old are you?" Ink looked back at me, still a blushing mess.

"Um, I'm 12." I don't know how else to put it. Ink is beyond surprised, and I saw him look me over as if he couldn't believe what his ears were hearing.

"T-that's it?"

"What do you mean, 'that's it?'" I was a bit confused at Ink's question.

"I-I mean," Ink looked at his shoes. "I knew you were young, but I thought you were a bit older at least." Ink looked back up at me. "But we can still get you some clothes. Do you want to go to Securitale's mall, or would you like to go to a pacifist route mall?"

Ink mentions some AU's that I haven't heard of, though I think F/N has seen Securitale. Either way, I would want Ink to decide, because I haven't been to either.

"Ink, why don't you decide? I haven't been to either, so you would be the better judge."

"That's right. Well, I gotta say that Securitale's has an impressive mall, so I guess i'll take you there." And with that, Ink took a paint bucket and splashed it onto the floor, and held out his hand.

"Come on, take my hand." Ink smiled at me, cocking his skull. I smiled at him, and I took his skeletal hand, and he leaped into the paint puddle and we stood in a puddle of spilled paint.

"W-where are we?" I say as I look around. I see signs with some Japanese writing and from the looks of it, I don't think this is the Pacifist Route's mall.

"We are in Securitale's mall! Now come, so no one spots us." Ink grabbed my hand and he ran to the nearest clothing store. Inside, were the cutest and probably the most comfy formal clothes I have ever seen.

There were kimonos and also some cute dresses, along with some clothes that seem like people tossed fabric onto a mannequin, but still made it seem wearable. I then turned around, and I saw Ink speak fluent Japanese, and probably said something along the lines, explaining why I'm here, or why he looks like; himself.

"Okay Y/N! Over there where it show's a sign with a pink girl symbol, that's the girl's section. You can go pick out clothes there, and I'll check out the boy's section!" Ink said with some enthusiasm.

"Right! I'll just go and see if any appeal to me." I then walked towards the girl's section and I found a cute kimono with a blue bow.

I then took this and went to the girl's changing room.

Ink's POV:

As I saw Y/N leave, and then I went to the boy's section.

I saw a blue shirt with blue squares and also some blue shorts that came along with it.

I could imagine myself in these clothes, so I went and changed in the boy's changing room.

Once I got out, I had my new clothes on, and I saw Y/N in a gorgeous kimono.

How come I have not seen this side of her beauty before?

Woah. Where did that thought come from? Either way, I must have been staring, because Y/N waved in front of my face. Well ain't this Deja vu. I shook my head to signal that I was focused, and Y/N gave me a smile.

"Ink, you look nice. And I am not a person to just toss out comments like that." Y/N did a little twirl with the silky kimono of hers, and I felt my insides, or, whatever is giving me that feeling, melt. Yeah. It's the oddest feeling I have ever had. It felt like I could just wrap my arms around her neck,-

"I-ink? What are you doing?" I felt Y/N shiver, and that's when I realized I had wrapped my arms around her neck...

Gez, thoughts, why did you give me that thought?! I mentally scolded myself.

"I, was just..... I don't exactly know why I did that." I said in a rather confusing manner. "But maybe I did it because you looked cute." I said it so out of the blue, that once the last word slipped out of my mouth, I immediately covered my teeth and my cheekbones turned into a rainbow.

I could see Y/N blushing a bit, and I then realized that she has never gotten this kind of affection before. Maybe I would the first to show it to her.

"By the way, I totally meant that." I had spoke. There was then an awkward silence between us, and then I realized that we had to pay for our clothes.

"H-hey, uh, Y/N. We gotta ring this up at the cash register, or, if this society is any different, do it a different way." I broke the silence.

We then both walked up to the woman that I spoke to earlier, which I once again spoke in fluent Japanese. She then came over with a scanner and scanned the tags that were on our clothes and it came up at a 10,000 yen, which converted into 86 dollars and 93 cents in America, the country that Y/N lived in.

Well, used too.

I handed the lady 10,000 yen, and we then exited the shop. I was apparently holding Y/N's hand the whole time, and I kept it that way, and she didn't seem to notice.

"Y/N. Let's go back home, shall we?" I looked back at our interlocked hands.

Y/N just blushed at the realized contact. She then looked at my face and nodded.

I then went back to the spilled paint, and closed my eyes and stepped in.

We were now back at our home, and the place seems like it was normal. Error wasn't here.

Or was he?

Either way, we looked at each other and I let go of her hand. She had the look of discomfort, but it was quickly covered up with a smile, as she turned her head to look at me.

"You know Ink, I'm still thinking back at that, contact. What, was that supposed to be?" I bet she suspected that I was hiding something.

I wasn't.

I don't know what I was doing.

"As I said before, I have no idea what my brain was telling me to do. Well," I looked around our home. "What do you want to do?"

I could read her expression. It read the feeling of thinking, and also excitement.

"Well, that kinda depends on whether or not you want to sing." Y/N grinned at me.

I wasn't much of a singer, but I guess I could wing it.

"I guess I could sing. I," I looked at my shoes. "I haven't really sang before." I looked back up at that beautiful face of hers. "But I could try, for you, Y/N."

Y/N smiled at me. She then wrote on a piece of paper, some lyrics, and she gave it to me.

"Here are the lyrics Ink!" I read off the sheet, and I tried to get the rhythm by the commas and stanzas.

"Okay. Start us off Y/N!" Y/N then cleared her throat, and out came the most beautiful voice I have ever heard.