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The couple sat on a bench, stars surrounding them in the sky. It was a calm, peaceful atmosphere as a chilly night. Perfect for a date (or hangout). They shared a kiss, giggling and resting shoulder-to-shoulder as they stargazed.

"Th-ey su-re like PDA, h-uh." Error snarled quietly.

"Then stop looking at them like a stalker." Ink chuckled, sitting criss-cross beside Error. They  were stargazing in Outertale, per the usual. It became their weekly hangout place between the other adventures.

Error rolled his eyes. "Ha-rd no-t to when I c-an pract-cially smell thei-r disgusti-ng lo-ve from here."

"Stop acting like Nightmare." Ink grumbled.

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