String Stitches

Finding The Right Project To Start

Shears stopped his stitching, looking at the doll in Error's hands in awe. He had just watched Error's blue strings, that were in the shape of the doll, turn into a doll. A doll of himself. With button eyes and so many details to it, Shears could only think that Error must be a professional at this. But it also struck him that Error would make a doll of Shears himself, it was flattering. Error had mentioned he made dolls and puppets, but to have one made that looked like him by someone so well versed in doll making was a complement no matter if he collects them or not.

It was simply amazing to Shears, that Error could create such things from his magical strings alone. That doll is now a piece of Error, as it holds his magic. Simply amazing to the small skeleton.

"Oh, Error, it's so lovely." Error blinked to Shears, gently holding the finished doll in his hand. It was barely bigger then his hand. "I wish I had a doll so well made like that!" Shears lightly laughed, knowing that would never happen, going back to his stitching and missing Error's brows frowning.

Not even ten minutes later, Shears jolted out of his work when something from the corner of his eye caught his attention. Tilting his head, he was greeted with a multicolored button eyes.

Blinking, Shears was slightly shocked to see a little Error doll. Looking up, he saw that Error himself was holding it to him, as if offering it. "Error...?"

"yOU saID YoU WantEd a DoLL, SO i maDE yOU oNE." Error bluntly stated, not understanding the smaller one's confusion. "YoU DoN'T KNOW anYoNE ElsE, SO yOU'LL haVE tO sEtTlE foR a DoLL thAT lOOks lIkE mE."

With gentle hands, Shears took the doll that was no bigger then his hand into his hold. With wide eyes, Shears flushed brightly as his SOUL pounded. He was holding a piece of Error. Error had given up a piece of himself to Shears. Not only this, but Error had given him a sweet.

Error had given him chocolates and a doll. All that is missing are the flowers.

"Ffuffuffuffuffuffuffu~!" Error just watched in confusion as Shears turned a pink all over, doll tightly yet gently held in one hand, the other hand on his cheek as he giggled up a storm. It made Error wonder if he did something wrong, this 'friend' stuff is hard work.

"Two gifts! Oh, my dear sweet Error!" Error blushed and glitched lightly at these words, watching how Shears scooted closer to him, almost touching. "You spoil me so! I don't deserve such things!" Shears gushed, holding the doll close to his chest as if it was something precious, face now fully pink and eyes dancing about. "I'll treasure it always~!"

'It's just a crappy little doll. Worse, because it looks like me...' Error didn't understand the fuss, glitching and twitching at how close Shears was. Confusion swept him over, he felt like he was doing this all wrong yet at the same time he was right. Shears was happy after all, so that must mean he's doing something right...right?

Patting Shears on the head, right where the flowers were, a bit awkwardly, Error decided to roll with it all. "yOU DesERVE AlL thE niCEsT thINGs." The Destroyer was pretty sure that Shears was a saint, dealing with him when he really shouldn't. He's waiting for Shears to realize this and ask/demand that he leave and never come back.

With that out of the way, Error went back to the box, looking to see what else he had brought with him. He literally just threw things into the box, not knowing what to bring, so it's as much as a surprise to him as it is to Shears. The oblivious force of destruction missed Shears dazed look, as if he was remembering something yet at the same time so happy that he was shaking while still giggling.

All in all, he looked very flustered. And Shears felt so too. Well, that, and he felt like he could float away right now from the sheer joy that he was feeling right now.