"Your d-d-d-driving is dumb."

Blue took a glance up into the mirror, glancing back at Error with a sigh. Ink, who sat next to him, gave his roommate a shrug, returning to his drawing on his lap. At least they were almost there now.

"His driving reminds me of a sheep." Dust waved his blade arm around, almost hitting Error in the backseat next to him.

"What does t-that even m-m-mean?" Error screeched, ducking so he wouldn't be hit.

"It means we're here, and you can get out of my car!" Blue said, parking in the drivers seat.

Blue usually didn't hate people too often. He made it a point to try and understand people he meets, and get over the hardships they faced when meeting.

But at least half of his special class was really pushing it.

Blue would love to become friends with Error, but he doubted that would happen. The guy only really liked to talk to Ink it seemed, and even then he still insulted the skeleton to no end. Who was his best friend, which really just added to the annoyance pile. Dust was crazy too, sure, but he was just plain crazy without any real harm. And he was also Blue's partner, which meant he would have to get along with him anyway.

"W-With pleasure," Error grumbled, climbing out of the car.

The house was on the far side of town, stationed far away from their academy. It was a simple house, with a broken gutter hanging to the side, wilted flowers out front. They had long died, Blue has never seen them ever tended to in all of his time visiting this residence.

"Do we have to?" Ink asked Blue, looking tenderly up at the lone house on the road. "We can just find someone else to help us train!"

"Like who?" Blue asked him.

Ink quickly glanced around, pointing out the window next to him. "That bird will probably work."

Blue blinked. "No, Ink."

"How about that tree?"

"She can really help Dust transform! And I don't want to go disturb our teacher, remember when we tried last week?"

~~~~~~

"Go away Sci! I'm not being one of your experiments!" A voice yelled from behind the door.

"I'm not S-"

"Sci I'm going to call the grim Reaper if you keep trying to experiment on people! Go away, I'm dialing the phone."

"But we're not-"

A knife broke through the door and imbedded itself right next to Blue, who barely got to jump out of the way.

"Oh," Ink said, looking at the knife.

~~~~~~

"Isn't there anyone else we can ask? I think she really hates me."

Ink and Blue had climbed out of the car by this point, walking up her uneven sidewalk. It wasn't that she didn't have opportunities to fix it, it was just that she didn't want to invite anyone to where she lived. It was a bit secluded, hidden away in the corner of death city with one thin road that led to it. An odd choice for a death scyth to be located, but her personality quickly explained that.

"This p-place is a d-d-dump," Error commented.

"You have no idea," Ink mumbled.

"I think she's a nice person!" Blue defended her, knocking on the door to the house.

"She's rude and I know she hates me."

"That's because you insulted her grandma, Ink!"

"I swear I didn't know the old woman was her grandma! I seriously thought she was just some crazy old person, I wouldn't have said that out loud if I knew her granddaughter was two feet away."

The door was pulled open and Ink immediately shut his mouth, straightening towards the woman who opened the door.

She was taller than them, unfortunately, with thick red hair tumbling down her back. A plain black shirt clung to her torso, coffee mug in hand. Sharp yellow eyes glanced at them, focusing immediately on Blue.

"Oh, hi Blue!" She beamed at him before she noticed Ink. "Oh, and the drawing guy. F*cking great."

"My arm is a blade," Dust said from behind him, waving his transformed arm again.

The girl looked at him for a moment. "Congratulations. Guessing you brought him here so I can help him transform like art boy over here? That meister next to him his partner?"

"I-I'd rather eat my own a-a-a*s," Error mumbled.

"Me too!" Dust said, clapping his blade and other hand together. "If I had one."

The girl looked at Blue, who shrugged back at her awkwardly.

"Don't tell me he's your new partner," She mumbled, pointing to Dust.

"It's been a few busy weeks," Ink sighed.

With an eye roll, she opened her front door, stepping back inside while taking a sip from her coffee. The skeletons followed suit, Dust accidently scratching up her doorframe. The woman glanced back before she waved it off, shuffling to the kitchen.

"I'd offer you guys coffee, but it's dark chocolate flavor so that is not happening," She said, snorting to herself at the mere idea of sharing her beloved dark chocolate. "Name's Rengae, nice to meet you kids."

"We're not kids," Ink said.

"You're younger than me, so yes you are," Rengae said, leaning against her counter. "So, blade skeleton, you wanna train?"

"I like trains," Dust said.

Rengae looked at Blue with an expression of annoyance. "Blue, you're a good guy... isn't there any other partners you can find? You have a bad habit of picking out terrible weapons."

"The only other weapon partner I chose was Ink."

"Yeah, exactly."

Ink sighed, crossing his arms. Were they ever going to get over this? He seriously didn't mean to insult her grandma! It was an accident! Well, not an accident to insult the photo, but he didn't think it was her grandmas photo, and he didn't know she was right next to him when he made a comment on it. Nor did he knew how loud she could be until he did.

"What the F*CK do you think you're doing?"

Yeah, that loud. Her voice practically was booming across the house, hands slamming against the counter in her anger. Ink jerked under the sudden yell, expecting to find her yelling at him. But she wasn't.

No, she was yelling at Error, who had made his way to the counter, grabbed the entire pot of dark chocolate flavored coffee, and was downing it like there was no tomorrow. With a few more gulps he finished the pot, dropping it to the counter to let it crack.

"O-Oops," Error grumbled.

"What the h*ll?" Rengae yelled, "That was my coffee!"

"Not a-anymore," Error said, looking down at the cracked coffee pot.

"You- you- my dark chocolate coffee!" She groaned, running a hand through her red hair. "That means I have to go to a public store to get more, which means I'll have to talk to a**holes like you, god d*mn it! I'm only tolerating you still being here because you're with Blue, but that's it. You're on thin ice."

Dust looked down at the floor below Error. "No, that's wood."

Blue snorted into his hand, looking away as he giggled at Dust's comment.

"Wow, aren't you such a smart boy?" Rengae asked sarcastically, tilting her head to the side with a mocking expression. "If you wanna train to transform, get outside. We can use the field next to my house. Art and coffee... do whatever, I have no more dark chocolate, so whatever."

"Yes ma'am," Dust said, grinning as he held his blade arm up to the top of his skull in a solute.

Dust and Blue quickly made their way outside, Rengae following with a few mutters of her own. Ink waited for the front door to close before he turned to Error.

"Why'd you do that?" Ink asked.

"C-Cause I wanted to, stop a-a-asking dumb questions," Error grumbled, flicking the coffee pot lightly.

"I mean, you're always a bit brash, but going out and doing crazy things just for the heck of it is more something Dust or Horror would do, it doesn't feel like you'd do it," Ink muttered, rubbing his arm. "Why do you want her to be mad at you?"

"Don't f-f*cking look into it, it's n-n-nothing," Error said, rolling his eyelights with annoyance as his body twitched. "A lot of people d-d-don't like me, what's one more o-on that dumb list? Better her focus h-h-her hate on me than you."

Ink didn't have time to reply before Error was walking out, not looking back as he pulled the front door open. With a sigh, Ink quickly followed, hands clutching the drawing in his pocket as he followed his meister out.

Did Error actually do something nice for him?