Date
Birds were singing, flowers were blooming. On days like these, people like the Stars were sprawled under a tree, in the middle of clearing surrounded by other trees, enjoying a picnic together.
Blue, the best (only one) of the throuple who could cook, had been the one to prepare the basket full of goodies they were eating, while Ink, due to his knowledge of the Multiverse, had been tasked to find the place with the most calming and gorgeous view. Dream hadn't been able to do anything this time, but his partners insisted that he relax and take a break from everything.
And so, here they were.
Ink, lounging on his non-existent stomach and legs kicking in the air, as he drew the scene before him: Blue sitting cross-legged as he petted Dream's skull, which was laid in his lap, as he fed him some finger sandwiches (Ink had asked for a more classical pose, with grapes and togas, but he had been vetoed).
Everything was perfect.
Except for how Dream furrowed his brow and then sighed, hard, as he perceived a familiar aura.
"Guys? Please don't look. Nightmare is spying on us." "What?!" "Where?!"
Predictably, Ink stopped drawing and started moving his skull left and right, to try and catch a glimpse of Dream's brother.
Ignoring their more scatterbrained partner, Blue and Dream started quietly arguing. "Again?!" Blue hissed "This is the fourth time he has come to "supervise" our dates! I'm tired of always being in the Omega Timeline or at home! He cannot treat you like a child, Dream!" "Look who's talking!" Dream shot back, irritated and embarrassed "Was it or wasn't your brother the one who forbid you from bringing us over to your house, and who forced us to move in together?!" "That's different! At least Papy never spied on our private time!"
"Hey Blue, Stretch is here too!"
Blue and Dream's skulls snapped in unison to the direction Ink was pointing to as they quickly got up, finding a rather tall skeleton hiding in shame behind some trees.
"PAPYRUS, REALLY?!" "STRETCH HI!" Ink yelled, nonplussed "DID YOU AND NIGHTMARE COME HERE TOGETHER OR DID YOU FOLLOW US INDEPENDENTLY?!" Another tree, a few meters away from Stretch's hiding place, rustled in surprise, and a black blur fell from its crown. "[Funk], that hurt!"
At the censorship, Ink narrowed his eyes and, after a couple of seconds, swiflty unsheated Broomie to shoot some purple paint at a third spot. Letting out a small yelp, a chained up Fresh fell down. "Yo brah, unrad!"
The Stars Sanses looked at each other, nodded and each went to deal with their annoyance.
"Papyrus Serif Font!" Blue yelled as he came closer and grabbed Stretch's hoodie, pulling him down to his height "Now we're going home, and you're going to explain to me in EXCRUCIATING detail why and how you thought that spying on your OLDER brother while he's spending time with his PARTNERS was in any way APPROPRIATE OR RESPECTFUL!" "Come on bro-" "DON'T YOU "BRO" ME! Set the coordinates of your watch back home, NOW!" Properly chastized, Stretch looked down and imput the correct data into the portable teleporter on his wrist, sending both him and his brother away.
Dream came closer and closer to Nightmare, who had just managed to get back on his feet. Dream waited patiently for his twin to compose himself again, hands neatly folded in front of himself, and a deceptively calm expression on his face. Nightmare, however, could feel his simmering rage. "I'm very disappointed in you, brother." Nightmare deflated. "I thought you trusted me and respected my decisions and maturity." Nightmare's shoulders drooped. "Clearly, I was wrong." Nightmare's appendages were dragging onto the ground. "Will you open a portal to your castle please? I think we rather need another talk." Wordlessly, Nightmare opened a portal and the twins crossed it.
Ink stared Fresh down. The parasite looked up at the angry Protector, his glasses spelling UH-OH. His smile remained, though there was an edge of nervousness. "Fresh. Why are you here?" "Will ya believe me if I tell ya I waz just passin' by?" Ink raised a brow. "Fresh." The glasses now read FI-NE "I waz... concerned." he said, his tone imitating shame quite convincingly. The fact that he was doing it at all was kinda sweet "Ya be spendin' all dat time wid yo new boyfriendz, ya might all up and forget bout me. I don' want ya to stop be mah friend and stop protectin' me..." It was selfish of Fresh, but that was who he was, so Ink didn't put it against him. "I won't forget you. Just don't do it anymore, okay? Then I'd get mad for real." Ink snapped his finger and the purple chains disappeared. Fresh's grin became a bit less strained and his glasses spelled PH-EW. He got up and put his hands in his pockets. "I promise, brah. Ya know I don' lie to ya. Cya!" He disappeared in a fresh poof, and Ink sighed.
Oh well, time to plan the next date!
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