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Ink. The sight of the short artist was nothing new to Error. Except there was one thing; he was wearing thickly-rimmed glasses. They were a bright shade of turquoise that could burn retinas. Error considered himself lucky that he didn’t have retinas. “Squid, do you know how stupid you look in those? Why are you even wearing them?” Error inquired. “I couldn’t find Broomie, and Dream asked if I was blind! I said I didn’t know for sure, and then he told me to get some glasses or something! And Dream helped me find Broomie!” Ink blurted out excitedly.
“Y’know, that doesn’t change how ridiculous you look.” Error responded. “Hey, can I try on your glasses?” Ink asked. Then, without a response, he walked over to a little table placed in the anti-void containing some knitting needles and Error’s glasses. Ink proceeded to put on the red, thinly-framed glasses. His eyelights changed to a question mark, along with a star.
“Error! You never told me you were blind!”