#inkcan

"Um . . . Thanks" A pinkish rainbow blush lightly dusted Weed' cheekbones.

"no, thank you! it's really been making my day!" Ink stickes out his hand for Weed to shake "the name's ink by the way!"

"Paig or Weed . . ." Weed shook his hand.

"nice to meet cha, paig or weed!" Ink grins with a chuckle.

"Heh, um . . . The second one is a nickname . . . My name is Paig . . ." He's nervous, it seems like he didn't talk to anyone for a long time.

"which do you prefer?" Ink tilts his head to the side.

"Well my name . . . That nickname is kinda stupid . . ."

"paig it it then!" Ink claps his hand on Paig's shoulder.

"Heh . . . Um . . . Sooo what are you doing here? I thought I was alone here . . ."

"just exploring! thought it might be interesting to check this place out, i could sense a strong amount of creativity coming from here... but this place is practically empty! you know... where is everyone anyway?"

" . . . Dead . . ." Paig's sad, his white oval eyelight changed into a dark blue tear.

"oh! i'm sorry to hear that!" Ink looks at Paig thoughtfully "would you like to talk about it? or a hug?"

"A hug would be nice . . ."

Ink opens his arms wide in an offering, a gentle smile on his face.

Paig hugged Ink, He's a bit awkward and nervous about this, but you can see that he needed it.

Ink wraps his arms warmly around Paig and rests his chin on his shoulder. He keeps his grip loose and lets Paig decide when he wants to end it, content to hold him for as long as he needs.

"C-can I stay like this for a while?" It's been a long time since someone hugged Paig or talked to him.

Ink held him a little tighter "yeah! of course." He snuggled into the hug, closing his eyes. A soft rumble starting up in his chest.

A blush appeared on Paig' cheekbones, He's more calm now.

"this is nice honestly. i could fall asleep like this." He squeezes Paig a little "you feelin a little better though bud?"

Paig nodded "Y-yeah"

"good." Ink was still holding Paig close, purr rumbling in his chest.

Paig's smiling, he wants to stay like this, he doesn't want to be alone again.

Ink lets out a content sigh and opens his eyes looking to the wall that was being painted on.

"so you like to paint a lot yeah? what's you favorite style to paint in?" Ink asks brightly, one hand rubbing soft circles on Paig's back, he seemed like he needed it.

"I'm not sure really, I like many styles" Paig's still smiling, He's happy.

"ah lover of many styles! heh a skeleton after my own heart." Ink giggles. "hold up, you seem to need this a bunch more and i got an idea." Ink lets go of Paig.

"What idea?"

"this!" Ink backs up from Paig and sits on the ground with his back leaning against the wall. "c'mere, sit!" Ink pats his lap.

He hesitantly sits in Ink' lap, He's blushing.

Ink wraps his arms around Paig again. "see this is much more comfortable. easier to do for a long time." He beams

Paig slightly nods, he enjoys this.

Ink snuggles him closer "so... i'm sorry, the curiosity is killing me... how did everyone die? and if everyone else is dead why aren't you? what happened?"

"Well . . . Brother of my friend, let's say he went insane and killed most of people here . . . I often went to that brother after that, mostly annoying him, but he tolerated me, he was lonely I guess, so that could be the reason he didn't kill me" Paig paused.

"But like one day that brother left somewhere and my friend wanted to go after him, while I wanted to stay, we had an argument and my friend left, the rest, that somehow survived the killing spree, dusted themselves because they lost everything and, because of this, I was alone . . ." He sighed.

"Sorry if I don't make much sense"

Ink held him tighter "no... i understood you." He paused to mull the new information over "wow that all sounds pretty intense though. wish i could have seen it." He smiles obliviously at Paig. "another question, why weed? you introduced yourself as paig or weed but you don't even like the nickname."

"It was an idea of people that didn't really like me . . .Weed As in annoying plants, but it just kinda stuck with me and I was using it, but now I'm having second thoughts . . ."

"well i like you! i know we've just met but you haven't been annoying to me so far." He looked thoughtful "hmmm if you're having second thoughts... you want me to help you come up with a new one?"

"You would do that for me?"

"yeah!" Ink shifted Paig in his lap and stared at him, his expression pensive and his eyelights swirling in thought. "hmmmmm..." He then looked around at their surroundings.

After a long stretch of Ink thinking He hugs Paig tight in excitement "ok! i think i got it! so! weeds can grow but they can't change what they are." Ink shrugs "and honestly you don't peg me as the type incapable of change. just a feeling i get from ya." Ink winks at him.

"you- you can paint over your old self and create someone new, maybe you made some mistakes in the past but, you're a artist! you're not just some weed annoying everyone, you are a canvas waiting to have something beautiful and new happen to it! so how about that? canvas?"

"...or i can think of something else if that sounds dumb to you..." Ink blushes lightly.

"It sounds amazing!" Both of Canvas' eyelights are yellow stars, He's blushing, He's happy.

"really?! you like it?!"

"Yes!"

Ink quickly turns his head to the side and pukes "ohmystars i'm so happy!"

"Oh god, are you okay?"

"yeah i'm feeling great!" His eyelights twinkle "that just happens when i get a little emotional sometimes, no worries!"

"Oh Okay, Thank you"

"my pleasure!" Ink squeezed Canvas tighter to himself.

"Hehe" His awkwardness disapeared or atleast isn't as noticeable, he enjoys Ink' company, but knows that Ink will probably leave him which made him frown a little.

Ink notices this "hey, you're frowning a little. what's wrong?" One of Ink's eyelights changes to a grey question mark while the other cycles through colors lazily.

"I just don't want to be alone . . ."

Ink squeezes him.

"you don't have to be alone anymore... i mean i'm not gonna stay here forever but i can come back and visit?" Ink pauses and looks thoughtful. "i can also take you someplace else where there are others?"

"You could do that?"

"yeah! i don't see why not."

"Thank you" Canvas is slightly smiling, his clothes are soft, especially his sweater.

Ink smiles at Canvas "Anything for a comrade in arts." Ink chuckles.

"Hehe" Canvas is relaxed, He's still blushing.

"this is nice, really nice... and you're really soft." Ink's eyelids are drooping and his grip on Canvas is going slack.

"Are you O-okay?"

Ink jerks a little and snaps up straight, blinking really slowly "y-yeah, yeah just a little-" Ink yawns "just a little..." Ink's eyes close "i'm kinda..."

"Tired?"

Ink nods and slumps into Canvas... A couple seconds later he's snoring softly.

Canvas smiles a bit, he closed his eyes.