Dust woke up without opening his eyes, scared he would see the sleeping face of Horror next to him. He felt someone boop his nose in an attempt to "wake him up" (lol me ). He mentally reminded himself that if it was Horror, Horror would have kissed him or something. He opened his eyes, met with the innocent face of Ink laying next to him, still wrapped in his arms. Ink smiled in a good morning type of way. Dust looked at him confused, seeing he still had his clothes on, and seeing Ink still had his clothes on.

Ink untangled himself from Dust laughing slightly at Dust's confusion. Sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Shouldn't you be trying to leave or something?" Dust asked

"Do you want me to?" Ink responded, looking back at Dust propped up on one elbow

"It's too early for that." Dust said, stretching and getting up. "Do you want me to throw you back in your cell or whatever?" he added, still tired. Ink shook his head no.

"Oh I took these from your room a couple nights ago, keep forgetting to give them to you." Dust said grabbing something off a shelf, he tossed Ink some clean clothes.

"Oh thank god these have been getting way to fricking uncomfortable." Ink said catching the clothes. "I'm gonna go in my cell to change, be up in a bit." Dust nodded watching Ink run downstairs, after a bit Dust, being the tired dumb shit he is, walked down to his basement to grab something, probably food...and walked in on Ink struggling with the buttons on his shirt

"Oh hey Dust, can you help me? Frickin buttons." Ink said quickly glancing up then back down at his shirt.

"Wow do guys usually walk in on you trying to put on a shirt?"

Ink paused, then nodded resuming trying to get his shirt to behave.

"This is sad, first off," Dust said walking over to Ink unbuttoning his shirt, "These buttons are in the wrong holes, and second," Dust said not noticing Inks face, starting to rebutton his shirt, after finishing, he got up and looked at Ink sitting there.

"And second...?" Ink asked

"And second, you should take your shirt off more often.~" Dust said walking out of the basement. Ink followed after him swiftly putting on his scarf. Walking up and seeing Dust at the front door, talking to someone.

"Who's there?" Ink asked, walking up behind Dust.

"No one you need to worry about Princess." Dust said, closing the door, looking Ink up and down. "heh...not bad." He mumbled to himself. Ink walked around Dust's home, seeing another door, and before Dust could say anything Ink swung it open, being met with a small room, with a desk in the middle, and a pair of red round glasses sitting on the corner neatly folded.

"What are you doing?!" Dust yelled at Ink, pulling him out of the room.

"Just looking around! I swear! I wasn't trying to invade your privacy! Promise!" Ink said awkwardly putting his hands up in defense, shaking them.

"How much did you see?" Dust asked.

"Uh-pshhhh- some glasses? And papers scattered everywhere. Who's glasses were those?" Ink added.

"...........mine" Dust admitted.

"OH MY-" Ink started, Dust covered his mouth with his hand, which Ink licked.

"Ew, wtf?" Dust asked wiping his hand on his pants.

"You need to put your glasses on." Ink said excitedly

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"For drawing references?"

"...fine." Dust sighed, grabbing his glasses

"You're gonna think it looks stupid." He said, cleaning the glass.

"I won't laugh I promise." Ink said, clearly lying.

"Whatever..." Dust said putting the glasses on.

"oh..my god..." Ink whispered to himself, looking at Dust with his glasses. Holy shit how did he become even hotter- wAIT WHAT NO HE'S NOT HOT. Ink thought to himself quickly grabbing his sketchbook and pencil, flipping to an empty page.

"Look directly at me please." Ink said glancing up. Dust complied, groaning.

"I look dumb."

"You look sexy as hell." Ink said without thinking, "Wait no that's not what I meant to say!!!" But Dust had already burst out laughing.

"Stay still!" Ink demanded, after a bit of laughing, Dust sat still.

"3/4 view please." Ink asked.

"what?" Dust said, Ink got up and moved Dust the way he needed, then side view, then the opposite 3/4 view. Finally, he could take off his glasses.

"I think you should keep them on more." Ink said closing his sketchbook.

"No." Dust responded, putting his glasses away, rubbing his eyes.

oof this sucks anyways here have a chapter for reading this book