*he gives her a sick grin, there is no joy there, or any sort of emotion* So you think
*frowns*Don't make me do something we both will regret...Go home take a vial leave now.*shes serious*
+5 answers in: “*Ink is just standing in Snowdin, his back to Allura seemingly staring off into space* No I don't think I can fix this *he seems to be muttering to himself*”