"Ink, do you think that child is okay for Palette to hang out with?"
Ink looks at Dream, sitting next to him. The artist smiles and pulls him close.
"Goth is a good kid. He would never harm anyone on purpose. Or even accidentally. He's real cautious." The two guardians watch as Palette and Goth play pattycake on the living room floor.
Goth has half of his face nuzzled into his battered up red scarf, and palette holds himself with the utmost confidence. They both play the game, but palette is obviously the one taking charge.
"P-Palette..." Goth says softly, looking at his best friend. Palette pauses the game and tilts his head with a smile.
"Yeah bud??"
"I, um...can we do something else? Like....I-I don't know...a puzzle or a movie?" Palette giggles and pulls goth to his feet.
"Sure thing! Let's go!!" He lets go of goth and races towards his own room. Goth sighs and looks at Ink and Dream
"M-Mister parents?"
"Hmm?" They look at the child of death with a strange look.
"I know you probably don't like me...b-but thank you for letting me keep my best friend."
