we'll make this work -- (Error x F!Dream)

chapter 18 (2) -- hot showers, cold showers

"...*ahem*...uh...why's, uh, why's that...?" he asked hesitantly.

"Cause you're haaaandsome," she purred in response, her hands playing together, and her feet turned in.

Error opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to find something to say. Accepting compliments was not something he was good at – especially one so out of the blue and coming from Dream.

Dream's head fell, her arms crossed once more. She seemed almost upset, and Error couldn't understand why. "Uhm...you-you ok, sunshine?" he asked.

"Do you not like it when I compliment you...?" Dream asked, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.

Error's own eyes widened, quickly placing his hands on her shoulders and leaning down to face her directly. "No, no, no, that's – no that's not it. That's not true. No, I, uh, I just don't know how to take it out of the blue and-"

"Oh, where is Blue? I haven't seen her in foreeever...!"

"Blue's-"

Error stopped himself. He let go of Dream and got himself a smaller paper cup. He filled it with the liquid from the faucet and quickly downed it (clearly, he didn't care about the consequences at the moment).

He scrunched up his face, his tongues slipping out of his mouth as he coughed at the taste. It was strong, no doubt some sort of scotch; and definitely not-

"Shit."

"Don't swear, Ruru."

"Crap."

"What's crap?"

"That's not water."

"How do you know?"

"You're too shy to tell me something like that directly."

"What if I just wanted to?"

Error thought a bit. "I might be dumb but I'm not stupid. That's alcohol of some sort, you're drunk, and you're coming with me. Nightmare and the others can wait."

He threw his and Dreams' cup in a nearby trashcan, quickly turning back to her and sliding his arm around her waist. She let out a squeak, though it was quickly drowned out as they became surrounded by nothingness, a muddy pitch black.

...

Dream had grabbed ahold of Error's arm and now refused to let it go. The taller sighed, deciding it was for the best that she had something to hold onto. He led her through the hallways of the Sanctuary, trying to remember which way her room was. It had been a while since he'd been anywhere in this massive palace besides the living room or basement; places he had arrived at and gone to in order to make his suit with the others.

Dream had been ceaselessly rambling since they got out of the Void, her voice cracks and hiccups doing nothing to make her stop. She talked about the most random things; from video games, to books, to different types of flowers and their meanings, different defense techniques, backing, and even to how much she loved...

"Dream, that's enough, seriously," Error said, finally having enough when she started talking about how much she loved his suit again.

"But whyyy...??"

"It's embarrassing, that's why!" Error whined almost playfully. Dream huffed, then started rambling about how mean he was to her sometimes. He could only laugh at the petty examples she gave.

"And not only won't you lemme me *hic* compliment you, but you also won't even lemme me talk to *hic* y-you!" she slurred, letting go of his arm and crossing her own. Error stopped, his laugh dying quickly when he noticed the daggers she was glaring at him.