Sickly - An Errorink Drabble

sixty five

Ink coughed, gratefully grasping a warm cup of tea in his hands.

Error leaned over him like a anxious parent, laying another blanket on him.

"At this point your gonna force my cold too evolve into a fever instead." Ink commented, sipping the tea as he watched Error with amusement.

Error frowned, although Ink could clearly see the bright outline of worry twinkling in his eyelights.

"Error, seriously, im fine. Its literally just a cold." Ink reassured.

"Oh? I thou-ght you had the figu-ratively type of c-old, I hear--d those ar-e worse."

Ink grinned, trying not to choke on his tea with giggles.