“So, anyway Error, did you-“ Ink stopped when he felt Error grab one of his ears. “What… are you doing?”
“Your ears are pointy.”
“Uh, yeah? Why are you grabbing them?”
“I never noticed how pointy they were…” Error muttered, rubbing the tips of his demonic boyfriend’s sharp ears, watching as said partner’s face turned vibrant.
“Yes, my ears are pointy, let go!”
“You’re very flustered because of this.”
“I know, so let go! Or I’ll bite you!”
“Bite me, huh? But, what if I…” Error leaned forward and kissed Ink. Seconds later, Error was cradling an angry, embarrassed weasel.