Kiki and Boubafies your cephalopods
Kiki and Boubafies your cephalopods
Squids and Kids and whatnot
til splatoon 3 is here
it’s always where is agent 4 and 8 but never how is agent 4 and 8…
mentally illness when you play splatoon for 11 hours
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it's always maid day in my heart
parasite agent 3 and sanitized Octarian
me walkjing to my switch: hell yeah its tile for me to play Splatoon and hate myself because of it
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the food looks like a shiny dog toy my bad
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Eight days earlier...
Eight wakes up to the sun shining on her face. She tries to avoid its glare, but no matter what she did, it wouldn’t dodge the fact that she’s awake now and she has to deal with it.
Getting up from her soft heaven, she goes over to her closet. Looking it over, she didn’t really have that much to wear. Or at least what she could wear. So instead she just puts on the clothes she wore yesterday and goes with that. With that, she walks out of her room and makes her way down to the kitchen.
She sees Marina up reading a book, as normal. Eight mutters a good morning to her as she pulls the waffles out from the freezer and puts them in the toaster.
“So Eight,” Marina called from her couch chair, “how was your sleep?”
“It was fine.” Eight responds back, still partly tired. The waffles pop out of the toaster, puts it on a plate, smears peanut butter on it, and sits at the table. As she eats her breakfast, her phone vibrates. Pulling it out, she sees that she got a message from Four.
So what time are you coming over? You don’t have any plans right, so come by for a visit! Plus I was gonna show you that thing that I found.
Eight now a little more awake, sends a message back.
I don’t really get why you couldn’t just show me a picture. It still would’ve done the same thing.
A message returns,
Eight come on, that’d be boring. Plus you never really visit. Always hanging out with Three. Why don’t I get any love? I’m joking btw.
Even though it was a joke, Eight couldn’t help but feel guilty. She does hangout with Three more often then she does with Four. And she’s a friend as well. Four shouldn’t be left behind because of that.
No, you’re right. We haven’t been hanging out at all lately. So I’ll come by later alright?
Sweet! Thank you so much Eight! Maybe we can go out later as well if you don’t mind?
Not at all. That’d be nice actually.
With that done, Eight finishes her breakfast. She puts her dishes in the washer, and makes her way back to her room so that she can make preparations to head over to Four’s place. Most of that being turf war stuff in case they plan on doing that later. And even if that’s not what Four wants to do, at least they’ll be together hanging out.
For a moment, the thought of the mysterious thing that Four found crossed her mind, but shook off that thought. If she wants to know what it is, then she’ll just have to wait until she goes see Four. Then at least that piece of the mystery would be solved. Until then, she’s got things to prepare and set up.
It was around 11:26 by the time Eight got all of her things ready. Looking over what she’s bring over, she has her Octoshot ready to go and her wallet containing everything she needs. So all in all, she’s good to go.
With that all done, Eight says bye to the two idols as she makes her way out the door. She makes her way to the bus stop and by the time she gets there, the bus is just around the corner. When it arrives she gets on, takes her seat, and puts some music on until she’s at the stop closest to Four’s place.
She gets off once she reaches her stop and makes her way over to where Four lives. The walk there was easy enough; she’s been there at least a few times during her time on the surface, since Three doesn’t have anything at home for more than one person, so she just goes to Four’s place instead. Sometimes she tags along, sometimes she doesn’t. Though as of lately, Eight has been hanging out with Three as of late and the last time she went over to Four’s house was about a month and a half ago.
Eight shakes that thought from her head, focusing on how she’s going over to see her now, so she shouldn’t dwell on the negatives. She’s gonna spend the day with her, and that’s what she’s gonna do. She rounds the street corner and sees Four’s house not too far from where she is. She makes her way there and when she is almost to Four’s door, she sees it open, revealing Four inside the house.
“Oh Eight you’re here! That was fast.”
Eight walks into the house, “I just got lucky with traffic that’s all.”
Before Eight could take off her shoes and put her stuff on the ground, Four grabs her arm pulls her farther into the house.
“F-Four! What are you doing!? Let me at least take my stuff off first!”
Four stops once she hears this and lets go of Eight’s arm, “Sorry about that. I just got too excited that’s all.”
“It’s not a problem.” Eight says, calming down Four, “You got excited to see me that’s all.”
“Well, just come over and see this thing quickly alright? I’m planning on cleaning anyway so I’ll excuse the shoes on the floor just this once.”
Seeing how enthusiastic Four is being, Eight figures that it can’t hurt looking at the thing that Four wants her to see. So she gestures to Four that ‘yeah, sure I wanna see the thing.’ With a smile on her face, Four goes on ahead, with Eight following behind her. When they get to the living room, Eight feels her eye catch something on the coffee table. Looking at it, it looks like a rainmaker figurine, but more ancient, yet almost looks custom made to look like that.
Eight looks towards Four, who sees what she’s looking at.
“You like it?” Four asks, “Found it at a shop somewhere. Apparently it’s supposed to be one of those humidifier type things. But the person who had it said that something happened to it awhile back and it doesn’t work anymore. So I offered up to fix it, and the guy gives it to me for half price!”
Eight looks at the figurine. Now that she pointed out that it’s a humidifier, she can at least say that a lot of work was put into this. To have something this unique and have it broken is a shame. At least Four’s gonna fix it, though it does make her wonder...
“Yeah Eight?” Four says back.
“Did you invite me here to help you fix this? Just wondering really.”
Four shows surprise, “What? No Eight I did not ask you to come to that you can help me fix this that’s ridiculous, and you aren’t believing anything I’m saying are you?”
Eight lets out a laugh, “If you wanted me to fix this with you, you could’ve just asked.”
Embarrassed that she got caught in the act, Four rubs the back of her neck, “You really don’t mind then?”
Eight shakes her head, “Not at all. The real question though, is what parts are broken, and when can we start?”
There was a pause before it clicked in for Four that’s when she should go get the tools. As she’s going off to go get them, she asks Eight if she can look over the humidifier one more time to see if she’s missed anything she didn’t noticed the first time. Eight wordlessly got to inspecting the rainmaker-shaped humidifier for any surface problems. Noting the cord attached to it, Eight plugs it in to see if it’s an internal problem so that she knows if they need to, they can take it apart. Clicking the switch, at first nothing seems to be happening, making Eight wonder if it’s empty. Which would make sense, can’t really fix it if it still had the liquids still in it after all.
When nothing seems to happen for a bit, Eight leans towards the ‘mouth’ of the humidifier to see if anything’s wrong with that area. When she does however, mist shots out of the mouth of the humidifier and onto her face. Eight snaps back towards the couch, covering her face and wiping what she can off her face before it can get into her eyes. Who knows if it’s just water or scented oils or whatever people put in these things.
After feeling no more of that mist spraying onto her anymore, Eight clicks the switch off and unplugs it. Would rather not deal with that again if possible. Looking down at her body, she does she that some of the spray got onto her clothes. Eight’s not too worried about it though, it’s just water after all. She does feel a little bit of a tingle after that, though she disregards it as just being sensitive to whatever that mist was. She hears Four come around the corner, probably with all the tools they need.
“So Eight,” Four asks, “managed to find anything wrong with it?”
Eight looks over to the Inkling, “No, but I did get sprayed with what was left in it. So that was fun. I’m alright though. I covered my face just in time so it wouldn’t get in my eyes, so you don’t need to worry about that.”
Four nods and puts the tools on the table. There were things like screwdrivers of different sizes, a pair of pliers, and the other assortment of tools. With everything here, it’s time to start working on fixing this thing.
“Oh!” Four says, as if realizing something.
“What is it?”
“The time, it’s like half past twelve! And I’m pretty sure you haven’t eaten yet have you?”
Eight has not.
“Well since you haven’t eaten yet, we’ll put this on hold for now, at least until we have something. Working with a friend requires energy after all.”
With that now the to-do list, Four walks over to the kitchen to make some lunch for the two of them. Leaving Eight in the living room with the humidifier and some tools. Looking at the humidifier, Eight figures that she could at least do one more look over before they start taking it apart. As she’s looking it over, she feels another tingle shot through her body. Remembering her ‘sensitivity’ to the mist that might still be on her face and arms, she opts to instead head off the bathroom to wash it off.
By the time she’s done with that, she sees Four in the living room, with sandwiches on the coffee table.
When Four turns to look at her, she’s almost given an odd look, but disappears before Eight could properly gauge what that reaction was for. Deciding that it was probably nothing important, Eight plants down next to Four on the couch.
“So?” Eight says to Four, “What should we start with?
After hours of taking apart and seeing what was wrong with it and staying over for dinner, Eight was ready to call it a day. And she could see that Four was ready to call it as well. As Four cleans up the area, Eight is looking at the bus schedule on her phone for the next bus will arrive.
“Ah damn it.”
“Something up Eight?” Four asks, still cleaning the coffee table.
“Its my bus. There’s not another one for another hour, and I need to get home.”
“Well if you need a ride home, I’d be more then happy to give you one.”
“You mean it?”
“Oh yeah, I don’t mind. Least I can do since you spent the time here and all.”
Eight feels a small smile pull up on her face. Ever the helpful friend Four was.
“I’ll take you up on that offer. Not like I can say ‘no’ really anyway.”
“Alright,” Four says to Eight, “let me just clean this up. Then I’ll drive you back. Give me... Five minutes tops.”
Not satisfied with letting Four do all the work, Eight looks around for what she can put away. Eyeing the tools on the table, she picks those up and takes them down to where Four puts them: In her garage. After setting them down -in order of course- she walks back over to the living room, where Four looks almost done with what she’s doing. Well as done as it can get at least.
“Okay then, Four says as she gets up from the couch, “this is as good as its gonna get, so let me just grab my keys, and we’ll be on our way back to your house.”
Eight nods, and goes to grab her things. At the very least, she left them close by. And didn’t bring much either, outside of her Octoshot. So at least she won’t be able to miss it, even if she tried.
Once she’s gotten her things Eight walks over to the front door, where Four is just putting on a jacket. Seeing nothing else has been forgotten and their both ready, the two walk out the door and into Four’s car. With the rev of the engine and the sound of shifting gears, the car pulls out of the driveway and onto the road. The drive there was quiet, the two not really having much to say.
When they pull up to the front of Pearl’s mansion, Eight gets out of the car. Thanking Four for both driving her here and having her over, Eight walks over to the door. Once inside, the house is quiet. Eight figures that the two idols might be doing something at the moment.
Right now though, Eight just wants to go to bed. And to bed she shall.
When she enters her room, she doesn’t have the energy to take off what she’s wearing, and just settles for flopping onto her bed and under her sheets. Another small tingle shots her body, but Eight is too tired to process it at the moment. Eight only feels her eyes growing heavier and heavier.
Until she feels nothing but sleep take over.
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