(Error)

I stared at the selection of movies, huffing in frustration. Why didn't I ask what he already had?

My hand wrapped around my phone, moments away from calling Ink to ask him what movies he already had. But that would make me feel stupid. Or rather stupider that I didn't ask beforehand.

With a huff, I just grabbed a TV series I kind of liked and that I think Ink would like. It was a box set of like ten seasons so we should be well off.

Then I went to the grocery store, grabbed a basket, and stood in the candy isle just kind of grabbing things and tossing them in the basket. I made sure to get licorice, as per Ink's request, but also a bunch of other sweets. He enjoyed sweets. A lot.

After grabbing a massive box of microwave popcorn and a gallon of ice cream, I made my way to the checkout. I was prepared to keep Ink entertained as long as I could until he got better. I still felt kind of guilty that he got hurt in the first place, even though it was Lust's fault he was so emotionally distraught in the first place.

Now's not the time to think about him. I need to keep Ink happy.

With that in my mind, I finished my shopping and returned to Ink's apartment. Time to be his best friend.

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Reaching Ink's door I went to knock before remembering he made me take his keys. Digging in my pocket I pulled them out and unlocked the door.

Ink smiled at me from the couch. He was drawing in his Special sketchbook again. Instead of closing it or hugging it to his chest like I thought he would, he flipped it around and showed me the picture.

"Whaddya think?" he asked.

Studying the picture, I was impressed. It was a detailed image of me sleeping. The peaceful look I had contrasted to the small scars on my hand, which lay in the foreground, and my messy hair. My face was pressed into the leg of the giant teddy bear. My shoulders slumped in tiredness.

"Did you draw this while I was gone?" I asked and he nodded, turning it around.

"I haven't done all the shading yet but it's turning out well so far," he said.

"Ink, that's awesome. I didn't know you could draw so fast..."

Ink shrugged, as if this feat were unimportant, and continued sketching it.

"So, what did you get?" he asked. I sighed, dropping my many bags onto the couch.

"All sorts of sugary nonsense and a TV series I think you'll enjoy."

Ink beamed, putting the sketchbook down, "Sounds like a blast."

(Ink)

Scooting a bit to the side for Error to sit down I grabbed my remote and turned on the television. Tossing the remote to Error, who took out a box set of DVDs, I started digging through the bags to see what he had gotten. My smile grew as I pulled out a one pound bag of licorice and glanced at Error. He caught my eye, pausing, "What?"

Chuckling slightly I shook the bag at him, "You know me so well..."

"You asked for licorice, Inky," he grinned, "I doubt you wanted the eight-ounce bite-sized bag."

"I finish one of those in five minutes. This will take me at least an hour if I pace myself," I told him, setting the bag aside to continue my search. It yielded ice cream -a must for sleep-overs- a huge box of microwave popcorn, a box of toaster tarts -because why not-, all sorts of colorful candies, and a big box of chocolate chip cookies.  It made me feel all warm and almost gooey inside, giddy to the point of foolishness. But I didn't care! Not only had he gotten what I asked for, but he had gone the extra length and gotten all sorts of things he either knows and suspects I like. Just to spend time with me!

I looked over at him, my heart warm with fondness. He's perfect, I know it, I smiled to myself, and I know for certain I love him...

Nothing will change that, I vowed to myself quietly.

Flipping to a new page in my sketchbook as Error continued setting up the television. Slowly, without my of a clear vision, I began to just let my pencil dance across the page. I'm a fool in love...was my only thought as the bare bones of a sketch built up on the page. To make him smile, I'll play the fool, a court jester's hat came into shape and I smiled at the bells as I shaped them. To hear him laugh, I'll play the fool, the ace of hearts came into place under the titled hat. To see his eyes sparkle at me, I'll play the fool, a checkered-diamond pattern quilted the hat.

To be in his heart, I'll play the jovial fool...I set the book back, considering the image that had made itself known to me. A checkered jester's hat sat tilted to the side on the corner of the ace of hearts. The card was the last in a spread hand of seven cards, the corners of the middle five spelling out 'E-R-R-O-R' and the back card being a grinning joker. In small cursive letters at the bottom of the half-finished drawing, I titled it to remind me of what I am: 'A Fool In Love'. 

Sighing in content I closed my sketchbook and looked up just as Error sat back on his heels and turned to me. His smile looked eager as he stood up, bringing the remote with him as he crashed onto the couch next to me.

"I think you'll like this show. I'd explain it but I'd either spoil it or do it no justice because I suck at explaining anything in general," Error said, hitting the play button.

"Fair enough. At least give me the box so I can read about it," I said and he tossed me the box of DVDs. I read it over as he selected the episode one. Each episode was forty-five minutes long. And according to the box, we had the first ten seasons, each of which averaged twenty-one episodes long. Well, at least he can stay here for a while...we might run out of snacks, though...

The thought did little to dim my curiosity over the show. Error and I both settled on the couch as the intro to the pilot started. Error seemed in comfortable familiarity, but I could catch the edge of his glances. In his own seemingly calm, shy, unobtrusive way, he was checking to see if I liked the show.

As it progressed, I found myself enjoying it quite a bit. It had just enough suspension within it to keep one's attention without being so much as to leave one asking 'Did I miss something?' Not to mention, it had drama without being "dramatic" in an overwhelming way. Along with the occasional joke and innuendo, it was in many ways interesting.

As the end credits rolled I could feel Error's anticipation at my judgment. I smiled at him, leaning back a bit as I chewed on a licorice stick, "Next?"

His eyes widened slightly and he sat up a bit, "You like it?"

"Yeah, I do. Now hit next," I commanded him. He eagerly sat back and started up the next episode.

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We were halfway through the season by the time Error yawned and stretched. He tried to hide it from me but I was tired as well. He paused the end credits of the tenth episode and looked at me.

"We should get some sleep," he said.

"Yeah..." I flopped onto my half of the couch and cocked my head at him, "You're free to sleep wherever. You could even use my bed upstairs if you like."

His face warmed up faster than the words left my mouth and his eyes grew wide as he glanced away, letting out a nervous chuckle. "Y-your bed?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes dramatically, sighing, "It's not as if we'll be in it together, Error. Heck, I can't even go upstairs."

"Oh..."

I stared at him, watching his reluctance eat him slowly. Smile gently, I sat up a bit and grabbed my crutches.

"Follow me. I have a cot somewhere nearby."

(Error)

I felt immensely relieved as Ink led me to a closet in the corner of his large apartment. He was right, it's not as if we'd be in bed together but still...I haven't slept in someone else's bed EVER. Hotels don't count, as I have slept in a few of those before. Plus, it was Ink's bed. It probably smelled like his raspberry shampoo and old paint, exactly like him... My cheeks started to burn with my train of thought as I followed a hobbling Ink. 

I wonder if he likes my scent, I shook my head slightly, Jeez I just need to stop thinking. 

"Here, this closet," Ink nodded to the door he led me to. I opened the door and there was a green bag that looked sort of like a cot. I grabbed it and held it in front of him. 

"This?" I asked. He nodded and hobbled back to the couch. Seeing him limp away with one crutch, I missed the little sway of his hips as he strode away or in front of me. He would walk as if the world was his to use. And with all his creations, boy did he use it. Now his movements were a shadow of that stride. Though I still found myself inexplicably watching his rear as he moved away from me...Shaking my head again I followed him. Where did these thoughts come from?

"Like the view?" he called without looking at me. I froze, my cheeks heating up as I clutched the cot to my chest. Ink turned around as he reached the couch, smirking at me playfully.

"I-uh-ah-um-I..." my mouthed gaped open, making useless, embarrassing noises.

He chuckled, swinging his bad leg onto the couch. "Sometimes the speechless speak volumes greater than the talkers," Ink said poetically, breaking his magical, colorful gaze from my bumbling figure. Swallowing hard, I walked stiffly over and began to silently set up the cot.

Once it was done, before I even stood up a blanket was thrown on it and a pillow hit my face. The pillow fell to the cot as I blinked in surprise, looking at Ink, still grinning playfully. At my blank look, he pouted.

"Aw, Error, c'mon," he nearly whined, "Have some fun. You look so bored..."

"I'm not bored," I said. Just embarrassed, shy, and sleeping next to the hottest guy I've ever met in the SAME room in HIS house and I'm slowly dying inside from everything because holy crap you're so cute... I blinked at the rush of thoughts, opening my eyes to see Ink waving at me.

"Earth to Error..." he said. I blinked again, feeling that same rush of reality as I had the first time I got lost in his eyes.

"Yes?"

Ink beamed at me and patted the cot, "Okay, lay down. I have an idea."

Instantly suspicious, I did as I was told and laid down, pulling my hoodie off and pulling the blanket over my body. Ink pulled a blanket over himself and clapped. The lights went out and I blinked to adjust to the darkness.

"You have clap lights?" I asked, seeing the gentle sparkle of Ink's eyes across from me.

"Yup. Now, for a game."

"A game in the dark? What are we playing?"

"Never Have I Ever."

I'm glad it was dark. I'm pretty sure my cheeks heated up so fast they'd glow cherry red.

"Do you know the rules?"

"Uh, yeah, I do..." I said sheepishly.

"Good," in my adjusting night vision I saw him hold up five fingers. I did the same and saw the gleam of his pearl white teeth as he smiled.

"Should I start?" he asked.

"Go ahead."

"Okay...hmm, never have I ever...hiked up a mountain."

I chuckled at the simplicity of it. "Neither have I."

"Your turn, then."

"Hmm..." I thought about it, "Never have I ever gone snorkeling."

"Nope. Let's see...never have I ever picked my own strawberries."

"Do wild blackberries count?" I asked and Ink shook his head, smiling.

"I said strawberries, but where did you pick wild blackberries?"

"We had a small patch of bushes in the backyard at home when I was younger," I explained, "Geno, Fresh, and I would pick them when we played outside."

"Well, it's your turn."

"Hmm..." I thought. I could do so many easy things but I didn't want to be that person. "Never have I ever watch an anime."

Surprisingly, he put a finger down, "How'd you know?"

"Know what?"

"That I watch anime."

"I didn't. It's something Blue brought up ages ago. I don't even know what it is."

"We need to fix that," he tapped his chin, "Never have I ever...faked being sick."

I grinned, "I've been accused of it. That was before my haphephobia was medically diagnosed."

"Damn..." Ink eyed me in the dark.

"Umm...never have I ever traveled abroad," I said.

He put a second finger down, smiling at me, "Either I need to think harder or start playing dirty."

"Where'd you travel to?" I asked him, curious.

"I went to South America on a tour to study the colors of the cultures," he said nonchalantly, "It was part mission trip, part vacation, total adventure. But my turn. Never have I ever...owned a pet."

I put a finger down and he sat up a bit as I said, "Really?"

"Yeah, never. Closest I got to a pet were the dust bunnies under the couch and the cricket on my window sill. What pet did you have?"

"I had a hamster when I was twelve and my family had this old mutt named Gopher."

"You had a dog named Gopher?" he asked disbelievingly.

"Biggest wimp of a dog there ever was. Never even chased a damn squirrel. We called him Gopher because he'd dig holes big enough to hide in."

Ink laughed, his voice rich in the dark, "A dog hiding in the ground. I would've paid to see that."

We both laughed a bit before he calmed down and smiled at me, "Okay, your turn."

"Um...never have I ever gone sky diving," I said.

Ink cocked his head, "I haven't either, but it sounds like fun. Never have I ever," he got an evil smirk on his face, "Broken a countertop."

I gave him a look, "You going to play that game?"

He nodded slowly. Sighing, resigned, I put down a second finger. "Well then. Never have I ever used a balance beam."

He put down a third finger, still smirking evilly, "Never have I ever used a sledgehammer."

I put down my third finger, "Never have I ever gotten a tattoo."

He put down a fourth finger, "Okay, that's cold. You hate being touched."

"So? You started this."

"Fine. Never have I ever made a doll."

"Aw c'mon..." I put down a fourth finger. My face heated up as I grinned at him, "Never have I ever kissed someone."

He put down his hand, still smirking at me, but this time it was more flirtatious. "Maybe we should fix that~"

I instantly regretted my decision. I laid down, breaking eye contact with him and staring at the ceiling. My body tingled at the thought and I tightened my fist on reflex, "Not right now..."

"Error, I'm sorry if that was too far..." Ink sounded regretful and I shook my head, flashing him a smile.

"No, Ink, it's okay. I want to, really, just...later, all right?"

He pouted, his cute mouth pursed sadly, "I don't want to pressure you about it. I'm sorry for being so forward-"

"Ink, it's fine," I said, breathing heavily, "It's nice to be thought of that way. Even if I find it hard to reciprocate."

He smiled and I could almost sense the small blush, "Thank you, Error."

"Now, we really should get some sleep..." I told him and he nodded, stretching.

"Yeah, it's late. I've kept you up far too long with my antics..."

"Goodnight, Inky..."

"Goodnight, Ruru~" Ink cooed sleepily. He barely blinked at the nickname, though I blushed heavily. When did he come up with that?

"Ink?"

"Yeah?"

"When did you come up with that name?"

"Before our nap earlier."

"How come you didn't say it earlier then?"

"I did," he flashed me a grin, "You were just too asleep to hear me."

I chuckled as he flipped around. Ruru...cute...

Slowly, Ink's breathing evened out but I remained awake. I stared at the dark ceiling, feeling contentment take over my body. It was unusual for me to be near someone else at night, but being near Ink...it felt right. I looked over at his sloping, sleeping figure and smiled.

Maybe...Just, maybe...this'll work...

With a contented sigh, I settled into my cot bed. Blue had been right about one thing: I really, really liked Ink.