Ink: ' cause, his flirts are horrible and basic ' he drew a cat along with dream and killer kissing.
Killer: ' did I ever tell you my name? '
Dream: ' no. ' he handed killer his coffee. ' ink, what the hell is this? '
Ink: ' your future '
Killer: he grabbed his hand and kisses it. ' the names killer~, but you can call me your boyfriend~ '
Dream: he became flustered, speechless.










