Ink Sans

You and Ink met in college. You fell in love almost immediately, but at first you were just friends. A couple of months later, Ink confessed his feelings and was over the moon when you reciprocated.

So you dated for 3 months, and later moved into a cozy apartment on the 5th floor of an apartment building.

There was one double bed in the bedroom, but you didn't mind sleeping together. But the room was divided in half. Ink's side was always covered in paints, brushes, pencils, canvases... basically, artistic chaos. You often scolded him for the mess, to which he only smiled awkwardly and replied, "I'll clean it all up later, kitten."

There was never a dull moment in the house. Ink was always up to something, sometimes on purpose, sometimes not. But you were no slouch either; you loved to tease Ink. He'd initially be offended by your antics, but then come running to you to make peace, because he couldn't live an hour without your company. He loved you so much.

And so, today, you're upset with Ink because he accidentally stained your favorite sweater with blue paint. You're sitting on your bed with a very dissatisfied face, while Ink desperately hugs you and whines with remorse.

• Baby!! Forgive me, please!! I really didn't mean to ruin your jacket.. You can insult me! or.. or hit me! Just look at me, I beg you.. Do you want me to wash your jacket? Or buy you a new one? Come on, answer something!!

Ink hugged you tighter and laid his head on your shoulder.