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It had almost been a month since Error confessed to me and I accepted his feelings. Since then we've been doing couple like things, but we never became official. Error and I made the house a bit more homey for the both of us.. Well–you could say that at least. In my opinion, the house has as perfectly fine the way it was, but I wanted to do something nice for Error since we were basically a couple and he'd be living with me. It doesn't look the best– I'll admit that much. Error doesn't like much of the things I like, and he definitely does not love the smell of the place. If I'm not with friends, I usually spend most of my time painting, making small sketches.

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Currently, I was in my "work-space" working on a small sketch. It was a gift for blueberry since his birthday was coming up pretty soon, plus, he wanted me to draw him something. He says I'm the best artist he knows. I say I'm not, but I'm not going to say I hate the compliment because that would be a lie.

"WhAT aRE yOu dOIng?" Error asked placing his chin on my head and wrapping his arms around my chest. I couldn't help but smile at the gesture.

"I'm making a drawing for my small muffin," I told him in a cheerful tone. His grasp around me loosened as he spoke.

"'MuFfIN'?"

"Blueberry. Underswap Sans."

Error whispered a small "oh". Then it was silent. I could tell he had as staring at my hand moving across the paper. I enjoyed the silence honestly, and I certainly enjoyed Error being there. "HoW oLD iS HE tURnIng?"

"Sixteen."

"WoW,"

I hummed in response, continuing to draw. I knew Blueberry's favorite animal was a wolf. He said they were as fascinating as humans were, that's why I decided to draw a wolf. That, of course, wasn't the only thing I was going to give him. Blueberry was always talking about outertale and how he would love to see all the stars–better yet, the world up above. I didn't think going there would be such a great idea considering currently Frisk chose the pacifist route, and one Sans would probably be enough for Frisk to handle.

"Did you get him a present?" I asked knowingly. Of course, he didn't—even though I reminded him several times he kept forgetting.

"nO. I BaRLey kNoW hiM."

I scowled at that. So he didn't forget, he simply decided not to get him a present because he didn't know him. I get it, why get a stranger a gift? Still, if he's going to be a guest he should at least bring something.

"I'M nOT evEn gOInG aNYwaY." He finally said letting go of me. He sat down at the foot of my bed staring at me blankly.

"What? Yes you are!" I told him standing up from my chair.

"NO I'M nOt."

I pouted, stepping closer to him. I slowly snaked my arms around his neck, pulling his face closer to mine. "Please? I don't want to go without you. . ." I huffed purposely eyeing his lips.

"I–I c-CaN'T! EvEryONe H-ha–HaTES mE!" His voice became more distorted than usual due to the closeness. His face was tinted with a light yellow and his eyes frantically scanned my face.

I removed a hand from his neck, gingerly caressing his cheek I could tell Error enjoyed the gentle touch because he began to press his cheek against my hand. "I promise they don't! Glitchy," I started, giving him a soft peck on his forehead, "they won't hate you. Sans and Fell didn't hate you, did they?"

"FEll iS a DIffErenT stORy..." My Glitchy protested. He grabbed my hand intertwining it with his.

"Why? Because he's a 'bad guy'?" I put air quotes with one hand. Error stayed silent before sighing and pressing his forehead with mine.

"I–I reALlY doN'T WAnT TO gO. ." Error whined fiddling with my hand. I gave in reluctantly. I didn't want to make him do something that made him feel uncomfortable.

"Okay," I sighed, "if you really don't want to, I won't make you."

"ThANks," Error thanked me, pulling me into his lap, then nuzzled my shoulder. A small giggle escaped my lips.

It was already a month(like I said) since he said that he loved me! Even though we both uttered the same words, we still weren't a thing. He still wasn't my boyfriend and it was beginning to bother me. Error is mine, but he isn't m i n e. I can't just say he's my boyfriend because he isn't; we aren't dating even though we both know we should be.

I want to make him mine.

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Yes, I know skeletons don't have l i p s. Just go with it '>//u//<