Sucker was surprised as Galleon revealed his arm. Back when sucker was just the type of Octoling he was- back when they were in boot camp- there werenât enough supplies to go around, and even they had received better care! They were worried how Matsuko would handle seeing hardship, and made a quick glance in her direction.
To their surprise, Matsuko had raised a curled hand to her mouth. She wasnât trying to hold back any visible emotions, as far as Sucker could tell- she was thinking. As Matsuko assessed the situation with careful eyes flicking about, Sucker couldnât help but be reminded of Kuchinoko. But would the madam of the house have applied herself to this situation?
âNow, donât count your Salmonoids before they hatch. What all do you need from this place?â She gave a final, more obvious sweep of the area. She had just been in one room, so far, but given how stingy his mother sounded, Matsuko couldnât fathom Galleon having all that much to his name. âSucker could probably carry it all. Letâs hop this deck!â
âN-nothing reallyâŚâ Galleon went to his room, which had a mattress on the floor, an old pillow, and a blanket. He took a shopping bag, packing the few clothes that did not have holes in them. He folded up the walker; he did need that. He would be using his crutches, and Galleon tossed the jar of change into the bag. From the kitchen, a jar of dry beans, and the box of powdered milk packets.Â
Galleon only paused at the one item he must leave behind: the piano. It wasnât a spectacular piece, but it had been his only companion since he was left at this house. He nodded to it, and slung his meager bag over his shoulder. Packing had only taken him several minutes, a clue to what little he had.
âSorryâŚâ Galleon wiped his brow, exhausted and shaking. Sweat ran down his face, and his hands were clammy. He had moved too much, too fast, and again, a fever was taking hold.
âOkay,â Matsuko mused, still a little contemplative in her tone of voice. âYeah, itâs a bit of a walk, so... hmm....â The major problem that she saw right this red-hot moment was that Galleon was exhausted after.... what, maybe 15 minutes of exercise? It was an hour and a half walk back to her place, not using any of the kettles. Could he use them? Ah, but the kettles were a main thoroughfare throughout Octo-turf, and sheâs probably get noticed if she used them. Unless.... âDo you mind if Sucker carries your things?â
Sucker, on their little, stubby legs, squared up, indicating that they were ready to perform the task imposed on them.
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