Error's POV

I stepped into the back stage after singing a long two hour holiday concert. My legs were tired and it hurt to speak. At least the fans enjoyed it and at least I didn't die on stage.

Entering my dressing room, I instantly felt relaxed. I took off my mask, which was warm from my breath, and I slipped off my winter concert attire. My joints were sore from the constant dancing but I pushed through in order to put on casual clothing.

I packed everything into my bag and left the area through the back door. As I walked to my car, I saw a the first snow flakes fall from the sky. Holding out my hand, I let a few land on it before it quickly melted from my body heat.

I thought about what Ink was doing. It had been a few days since our lives last merged and I haven't seen him since. The more time went on, the more I thought about him.

After slipping into the drivers seat of my vehicle, I turned it on to get the heater going. The drive home was silent so I turned on the radio to fill the quietness. It wasn't long before I parked outside of the apartment complex, the urge to sleep growing stronger.

I yawned while I unlocked the door. The smell of gingerbread hit me as I entered my home. I released a relaxed sigh but realized that I never burned candles or baked.

Looking around, I saw that the apartment had changed quite a bit. There was garland that was placed neatly on the TV stand and wreaths were hung carefully on the sides of it. Little snowmen stood in the center of the coffee table, being accompanied by unlit candles. Festive blankets were thrown over the back of the couch and new pillows had replaced those that were there before.

In the kitchen, I saw that the oven had recently been on and there was a tray of gingerbread on the counter cooling. There was a box with icing in it as well as small bottles of sprinkles.

I approached it to get a better look. There were several cutouts of parts to build a house. Knowing that these appeared suddenly gave me a spark of hope.

As if my prayers were answered, I heard a voice from the hallway. I turned to be greeted with Ink and his cat Bean.

Ink: Error. I had no idea you would be here today. I would have cleaned up.

He said, rubbing that back of his neck embarrassingly.

Me: You don't have to. I live here too.

I smiled while smiling. Ink returned it before walking to the tray on the counter.

Me: I didn't know you could bake.

Ink: I work at a café, remember? I kinda have to know or I would lose my job.

He responded as he carefully picked up the gingerbread and transported it onto a rack to finish the cooling process. I placed my bag on the floor and then found my place on a bar stool. I rested my chin on my hand while I watched Ink move the cookies.

Me: What are you doing?

Ink: I am baking gingerbread so we can build houses out of them.

Me: We?

I asked, motioning between him and I. Ink nodded happily, which made me blush slightly.

Me: When do we start?

Ink: As soon as they cool down little bit, we can start building. They can't be too hot or the icing will melt but it also can't be too cold or they won't stick together well enough. So we should start... right now. Perfect timing.

(Time Skip)

I was finally done with the main structure of the house, it still being barren of any decorations. Ink was watching me with a small smile. It turned out that he had finished long before I had even started. I blushed awkwardly but he reassured that it was okay.

After saying that I was ready for the next step, Ink laid out all of the add-ons. I made sure to make the right decisions as I wanted the make house look as best as it could. I felt like I had to make it look good so I could impress Ink, even though I have never done this before.

My roommate grabbed the small bag of white icing and began to give detail to the roof. I attempted to do the same but it was hard to keep a steady hand.

Then I used sweets to decorate the lower half of the house. I placed tiny gummy bears next to the chocolate front door and lined peppermints to make a walkway leading to it.

I looked at my work and grinned proudly to myself. Despite my failures, I was having a lot of fun building a gingerbread house with Ink.

Glancing at Ink, the little self confidence that I had somewhat dimmed when I saw his five star gingerbread hotel. Every little detail was perfect to its core and each candy was placed with attention and care. The final touch that screamed "winter" was the powdered sugar that was sprinkled over the building to look like snow.

Me: I was so happy about mine. Then I looked at yours.

I said sadly but in a clear joking tone. Ink giggled as a response.

Ink: I love making gingerbread houses so I have some experience. I can teach you a few things if you want.

Me: I'm okay, thanks for the offer.

I leaned against the counter and stared at the two structures.

Me: Where do we put them?

Ink: I was thinking we could place them next to the window. However, we might have to get rid of them because I don't trust Bean enough. He might want to eat it.

Me: That reminds me. Where is your cat?

Ink motioned towards our bedroom, "our" meaning it was owned by both of us in our separate lives. Now, when our lives are merged, we took turns using it.

Ink: He's in there sleeping on the bed.

I nodded before asking him my final question.

Me: What do we do now?

(Time Skip)

I sat on the couch and watched a holiday movie on the television. Ink was sitting on the opposite end with his sketchbook in his lap, focusing between the movie and his drawing. Bean was curled on my lap, allowing me to pet his soft brown fur.

The candles on the coffee table had been lit to make the living room smell like pumpkin spice, which I thought was a pleasant smell. I had borrowed one of my roommate's blankets as the winter weather had finally made its way into the apartment air conditioning unit.

The sun was beginning to set and people were returning from their works. I luckily had finished my job early in the morning so I had plenty of the day left to relax.

Ink's voice brought me from my thoughts.

Ink: What is your favorite holiday movie cliche?

I thought for a moment. I had never realized that was such a hard question to answer for how many movies I've seen in my life.

Me: I think my favorite is... the workaholic and the holiday lover. What about you?

Ink: The quaint little townsperson gets a boyfriend, who is secretly a prince.

Me: That's a good one.

I responded sincerely, making Ink laugh somewhat. I smiled in return before yawning from my sudden tiredness. My roommate grabbed a pillow and tossed it over to me. I thanked him as I placed it behind my head and shifted positions to get more comfortable. Bean hardly moved as he was peacefully sleeping.

Ink: Do you want the bedroom for tonight? It's your turn anyway.

Me: No, you can have it. I have a cat on me so I can't move.

Ink nodded before standing from the couch. He handed me the remote before making his towards the bedroom.

Ink: Happy Holidays, Error. Goodnight.

Me: Happy Holidays, Ink.

Goodnight