Error sat up from his comfy dark blue bed exhausted. He'd been up late the past few days trying to write a song; he was in college to become a singer, and song writer, and had to write and record a song by the end of the year, and he was already half way through the year. So is it a bit early on to worry over something due so much later on in the year? Yes, but he's what most people call a workaholic.

However before he starts stressing he needed to get to his job at the, "Book & Bakery" Blue hates people being late after all. Error rushed out of his apartment and onto his bike peddling furiously up the hill near his apartment.
 

Here comes that short skeleton again. Error though with a roll of his eyelights, seeing the stupid skeletons, stupid grin. He comes in almost everyday at 12:00 in the middle of Error's shift and orders the exact same thing every time. Lemon tarts, and/or a small lemonade. No one here really likes him, he's cocky -despite his height- and has made a name for himself among the staff as quote, "lemon boy" but despite that they have to "treat him with respect" and deal with it. No matter how many times they complain about him, blue gives them a 5 minute lecture on the equivalent of, "The customer is always right."

"One lemon tart or lemonade? Or is it both?" Error said bored.

"Um, a lemonade, small." He said with a sadistic grin, leaning on the counter slightly.

"Coming right up." Error said unenthusiastically.

"Wow someone's grumpy, are those strings tying your apron too tight?" He said in a mocking tone.

"You have to be the most annoying person in existence." Error muttered quietly with a growl.

"Oh? You noticed? Yup just one of my many charms, thanks." He said with a smirk, standing up properly.

"...Along with egotistical." Error said with an annoyed sigh. "Name?" He asked, though he already knew it.

"Oh, come on Error, must we keep doing this same dance, you and I? You know my name I come by quite often."

"Often? You practically keep us in business with how much you come here, heck I think half the money in the register is yours." Error snapped, slightly ticked off, about how unaware he was.

"Touché, anyway, it's Ink."

"Can you spell it please?" Error said trying to annoy and/or inconvenience him.

"I-n-k." Though to Errors disappointment he didn't seem annoyed.

"Alright mister Ink," He let out a sigh, "your drink will be done in around 5 minutes."

"Alright, thanks." Ink said walking to a shelf of books. He grabbed one with a intricate cover and found himself a seat near the door.

"Here's your lemonade sir." Error said setting it down on the table Ink sat at with a scowl.

"Thanks." Ink said, devoid of his usual cocky voice or cheer, he almost seemed monotone. Error was shocked at this, he was convinced that there was no end to his proud and cocky demeanor.

"Are.. you okay?" Error said concerned, and put off by his sudden change of attitude.

"Yeah, I'm okay." He said turning to Error, to show off two small white eyelights, instead of his usual yellow star and blue oval.

"Uh, Ink," Error gulped put off by the sight of them, "Your eyelights.. they're white." Error said nervously. Ink looked to him surprised, his expression quickly changing to one Error could only descirbe as horror, as he quickly rushed out of the building.