Ink's Point of View

"Well holy shit, about time I got here.." I said as I walked into my room, letting out a heavy sigh of exhaustion as I hit my bed. It has been at least a day and a half of trying to find a suitable dorm to stay in for college, as well as find good art classes and core subjects.

Mumbling a "..wait.." as I sat up, my gaze drifted towards the other bed in the room, squinting at it in curiousity. Thought I asked for a room of my own. "Whatever. It'll be fine nonetheless, as long as they don't mind art or at least have a sense of humor."

I started to unpack some of my belongings to slightly liven up my sioom, and to clear up some more space to walk around easier.

* About 30 minutes later . . .

I finished my room with a small smile, looking over the posters I had hung up next to my bed and small dresser near the window facing towards campus. My drawing pads had been neatly placed on the desk that the building had provided, as well as fixing up some of the 'other' miscellaneous items I had brought such as my pillow and blankets. Of course there was a small area to prepare meals and to store other food items, but I didn't necessarily have anything on me to put in that department.

"I should head out to eat, it's about time either way." Glancing at the clock by the doorway, mumbling happily as I walked out of my room. It was short lived as I had walked into a slightly taller skeleton, hearing a grunt of surprise and a loud thud of a box that landed on the ground. My eye sockets widened as I took a slight step back, embarrassment flooding into my face. "Crap, I'm sorry-" "It's fine. Just watch where you're going next time."

My eye sockets drifted up towards the other figures face at a loss for words. He was a darker toned skeleton than me with a slightly metallic voice, but it seemed both glitchy and smooth at the same time. His eyes were different with both of them having a red backdrop; the one from my left only a white pupil, white the other was a black pupil surrounded by two yellow and blue rings. They also wore a black jacket and a red t-shirt, as well as stonewash jeans and black tennis shoes. Small areas of code and other glitches occasionally appeared over his body.

I gave a nod of understanding and kneeled down to pick up the objects that had tumbled out of the box, but to my surprise, the items were being picked up with thin, blue cables replacing them back into the box. Deciding to lighten the atmosphere a bit, I ask: "S-so . . What room are you in?" "Uh, C46. You?" Shit, this guy's sharing my room. "I got the same room, actually. My name's Ink, nice to meet you." I held my hand out to the other skeleton, smiling.

Instead of having my hand shook, several of those cables came down from the ceiling and wrapped around my hands, slowly shaking it. "Not too fond of touching people when I first met them, sorry. But I'm Error. Glad to know I'll be sharing my room with you."