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enjoy this drabble i wrote for @rarepair-haven uwu (btw the pairing is ink/error/reaper)
“Alright,” Error starts, staring down his two boyfriends. “Who did it.”
Ink stares up at him quizzically, little question marks popping into his eye sockets. “Did what? What happened, Error?”
Reaper, who doesn’t even look up from his phone, pipes in. “Did ink get paint all over your clothes again?”
Error shakes his head, crossing his arms. “I had a secret stash of chocolate hidden where no one could find it, but now it’s gone. So which one of you idiots stole my chocolate?” He looked more pissed than he actually was, more so just annoyed that he has to go out and buy (steal) more.
“Ohh that explains why you’re all grumpy! I thought you just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Ink giggles to himself, and Error shakes his head. Getting anything out of Ink always proves to be nearly impossible. “Well, for the record. It wasn’t me. I think. Maybe it was?” He stops, trying to recall his day. As far as he remembers, he never ate any chocolate.
“Who’s to say it wasn’t you and you just don’t remember?” Reaper teases. Ink rolls his eyelights, giving the slightly taller skeleton a nudge. In response, Reaper just laughs and kisses his cheek. “Dork.”
Errors “angry” persona shifts slightly and he couldn’t help the small smile that appears. As annoyed as he is about the chocolate, he still loves his dorky boyfriends. He quickly forces the smile away. “Back to the topic. Which one of you ate it.”
Reaper quirks his brow-bone. “Well, it wasn’t me. I don’t even eat that crap.”
“With the amount of coffee you consume, I’d beg to differ.”
“Then beg.”
Ink lets out a snort at that, hiding his giggles in his scarf. Reaper’s grin only gets bigger, and he shuffles over to lean against him. He pats the now open spot, inviting Error to sit down.
“Babe, who cares who ate your chocolate. You’ll just steal more anyways.” Error sighs, knowing he’s right. He sits down and leans carefully against Reaper, pouting slightly.
“I’d still like to know who it was.”
“It was probably me, honestly. Late night cravings just get to ya sometimes.” Ink pipes in. “Just place the blame on me and let’s all cuddle.”
Little did they know that Reaper was actually the one to steal the chocolate. He’d wanted to melt it into his coffee to see if it was any good. It was, and before he knew it he’d used all the chocolate.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’ll get you more.”
