Error Sans

*He sat down next to you, he was enjoying the feeling of the cold air on his skin as well. He spoke in a more gentle tone.* "Well, we do have a holiday that we all celebrate, but it's not really a holiday like Valentines Day. It's more of a tradition, and it's called the Gaster Festival."

*Error laughed softly and shook his head. He couldn't believe how Ink was acting. He was starting to feel a bit protective of him, and he was starting to feel like he wanted to take care of him.* "You're not a good cook? That's hard to believe. You seem like such a sweet and caring person, I would have thought that you would be a great cook."

Yeah, I'm not a cook. I'm a disaster, when I try to cook.. *I said, setting the bowl of cereal on the table and sitting down, taking a bite* I don't like cooking, I just get a lot of accidents.

*Error laughed softly and took a seat next to Ink. He couldn't help but feel a bit amused by the way Ink was acting. He was starting to feel like he wanted to take care of Ink and protect him from all the accidents he could possibly have.* "Oh, so you're not a good cook? Well, I guess that means I'll just have to cook for you then. I'll have to be the one to make all your meals."