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saanitized‌:

Saan, for the most part, is simply listening. They… don’t exactly have many qualifications to comment on what is and isn’t a meal, and as such, they aren’t sure what to say. The prospect of ramen- whatever that was- did sound delicious, though. They find the idea of trying any new food to be a good thing. 

“I want some..!”

A deep blush flushed her cheeks a tiny tint darker at the other’s concern and enthusiasm, it was hard to tell whether it was from her being flustered or from being embarrassed.

“That’s cool, I’ll start on it in a few minutes then. I wanna get changed first, my uniform is getting way too itchy for comfort.”

She cooed softly, rubbing her eyes. Starting to make her way to the shared bedroom for the three of them, she just sorta....... throw herself onto the bed for a few seconds, letting the aching of her legs fade gently into ease.

Standing up after about 5 minutes, she threw her uniform off and instead replaced it with a loose, thin strapped shirt and some comfy pants that were also quite loose, barely wrapping around her calves.

Trotting back into the kitchen, she felted two pans (one tall and wide, the other a saucepan) and filled one with hot water, before looking over at the two packets she had before calling to the two in the next room over.

“Hey guys!! Do you want the Shoyu ramen or the Shio ramen??”

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saanitized‌:

Saan’s discolored eyes lit up with excitement as the cup of candy was procured from 3′s bag and handed to them. What were all these? They had seen candy before, and had tried a little bit, but all of these in particular were new to them. Sticking a hand in the cup and pulling one of the marshmallows out, they bit into it–

–and quickly made a face that looked a lot like they had when Alissa initially stabbed them that one time. Namely, a face of shock and a little bit of horror; why the shell was it so sweet!

They swallowed it heavily, but then put the cup down, making a very peculiar face. 

She let out a gentle hum, finger gently pressing to her lips. Lost in thought, she seemed to stare at the ceiling for a second before her throat rumbled as her valid came out softly.

“Well uh, I was gonna take a piece of bread with me to bed for dinner but I could make us all some ramen, if you’d like. I’m sure we have some octopus in the fridge we could put with it too.”

A casual eye blinks over at the two, a smile beaming on her face.

“Besides, I don’t think Saan has tried ramen yet!! It’d be like a special treat.”

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saanitized‌:

Despite 8′s best efforts, Saan awakens with a soft squeak, having felt the warmth that was 8′s body leave their side. Eyes opening, they sat up, rubbing the sleepiness out of their gaze. The sanitized octoling still wasn’t entirely used to the act of sleeping, or how sometimes it left them feeling more sleepy than before they had slept in the first place…

Nor were they entirely used to eating yet either, though they had discovered they could indeed do so. Saan got up, following 8 to the kitchen in a hurry to see what 3 had brought; maybe it would be something they hadn’t tried yet? To be fair, that would be… pretty much anything ever that wasn’t a seanwich. Regardless of that though, Saan was still pretty excited. 

As the two approach her, a gentle smile starts to form on her face, she seemed quite tired from being out and about all day. Reaching into the bottom of the bag, she draws something out, a plastic cup with candy inside, things like flying saucers, squid shaped marshmellows and gummy worms.

“Here you go, Saan, I got this while i was out for you.” She said softly, blinking sleep from her eyes.

“Aside from that I got uhh... Some crisps, cherry bites, some meat and a box of instant pasta. Have you two even had dinner yet?”

Pressing a finger against the counter, she stared the two down, a question showing in her eyes. If they hadn’t eaten, well, let’s just say that the kitchen might get a bit messy.

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@honorary-squidbeak @saanitized

After a long, long day of agenty work - turns out an Octoling broke into the platforming areas, extremely confused and Agent 3 had to try their best to guide them to the cabin so Callie and Marie could help them out - Agent 3 was home, carrying two small bags in one of her hands.

Snagging out the key from inside her uniform, she easily put it into the key hole and opened the door to her and her girlfriend’s apartments, yawning slightly. Pushing the door open slowly, she looked around to see the two on the sofa, probably asleep, she decided.

Trying to be as quiet as she could just in case, she placed the two bags gently on the kitchen table. It had only been a few days since an unwanted intruder had raid through their fridge.... without permission.

Unpacking the food she brought, she laid it onto the table with ease, biting her lip gently. Good job at least Agent 3 had enough money from turf and Salmon, huh?

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► eging jr. - shoot this pumpkin with your blaster

“Hell yeah, halloween spirit! Sure thing lil’ dude!”

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Kyu ► Smooch all of the Girl Power ladies

“I don’t need to be told to do that, silly! Giirls!!!! Come here please!!”

[sphinxmemesmusings]

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

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candykraken‌:

Aw, were they having a nightmare? It was a little chilly inside the apartment too, the AC on full blast. Callie grabs a fleecy throw off the arm of the couch and tosses it over them, hoping they’d settle down a little and she wouldn’t have to re-upholster any cushions torn apart by squid claws. You weren’t supposed to wake sleeping people… or was that sleepwalkers? She couldn’t remember.

Nevertheless, the fleecy seemed to soothe the Inkling, who was already snuggling into the warmth of the fabric. Holding the soft pillow in their hand, the other hand that was once covering their face reaches down to join the latter.

Bringing their legs to their chest, they just seemed to settle after a while, going peaceful and lying in place without a trace of movement.

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Of course, as usual, they were a heavy sleeper, a hand covering their face in their sleep. Murmuring to themselves, they shifted slightly onto their right side, snoring softly.

Shivering and sleepy, they looked quite cold sleeping on the sofa without any blankets, huddling the greyish pillow that they had pressed to their stomach.

Letting out a quiet moan, their eyebrows furrowed and twisting again, they kicked out their legs drowsily, the sharp ends leaving little lines across the velvet.

@candykraken

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abs0lute-king‌:

“How are you liking the new weapons Eging?”

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“Not too well, unsurprisingly. Besides, I’m pretty bad with rollers n such.”

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saanitized‌:

Slowly, Saan turned the corner, holding a charged shot from their charger ahead of them (without actually firing, however) before approaching. The sanitized slowly came to a halt as they sneaked forward, not quite sure what to think of the sight before them.

For one thing, their food was scattered all over the floor. That… wasn’t exactly a good thing, seeing as 8 would have to pay for the replacements later. That alone left a sour taste in Saan’s mouth as they continued to stare; they hated wasting their money, since due to neither of them doing salmon run or turf wars super often, they didn’t have a lot of it to spare.

However, what was far more intriguing, was the fact that this octoling… they were sanitized. Just like Saan was.

Carefully, they laid their weapon down on the floor, moving closer and slowly taking the jam jar from this stranger. After a moment of hesitation where Saan couldn’t decide whether to simply return it to it’s place in the fridge or open it, they twisted the lid off the jar slowly before returning it to them. 

“…name?” The simple word, spoken in a questioning tone, was also spoken in a distinctly sanitized accent and dialect of the octarian language.

Hesitating slightly as they other comes forward, they scoot back slightly, surely another sanitized wouldn’t hurt them?

Retrieving the jar from the other they stick their hand in it, beginning to lick the mixture off their hand, watching the other with careful eyes behind cracked glasses.

“......Name.....?” They asked in a soft, confused voice. “...Oh ........  number 1002, Elite Octoling base 47....”

Placing the jar down gently beside them, they brought their knees up to their chest, blinking and tilting their head. “.....you...?”

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saanitized‌:

Saan had been relaxing on the couch, watching TV with fascination sparkling in their eyes. All the entertainment found on the various channels was such a fascinating thing to them, as all they had ever had back down in the metro in terms of entertainment was… well, honestly, they really hadn’t had anything. No reason to try and entertain the brainless, after all.

Of course, their attention snapped away from the television set the moment they heard the fridge opening. 8 was right next to them, so who-? 

Hurriedly, Saan scrambled off the couch, nearly falling over in the process whilst they grabbed a new weapon they had recently bought- the newly released Kensa Splat Charger- and rushed to find the intruder. 

Of course, it was probably their fault. Saan was much more likely to accidentally leave the door open than 8 was.

Considering they had gone out of octoform and was currently sitting on the floor near the fridge, a jam jar fastened between sharp teeth, it was obvious that they were probably not a threat.

It seemed all that this mysterious Octoling had came in for was a snack, due to most the food in the fridge surrounding them on the floor -  Claws trying to smash open the glass, they obviously had no clue what they were doing.

Freezing up, they started at Saan, wide-eyed as if they just be caught red handed, which they had.

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Of course, no name was breaking into someone’s appartment, yet again.

Leaving the door open probably wasnt a great idea considering that there was a very hungry, loose Sanitized Octoling running around in Inkopolis - reported to have snuck into other’s flats to raid their fridges.

Of course, that number had died down since they had met Dedf1sh that one night. But still, this was their first time in a while being outside the DJs house and naturally they... followed whatever faint scent they could pick up.

So maybe having an Octoling in Octo-form slithering into you and your girlfriend’s apartment at stupid-o-clock in the night was not the best thing, especially with them picking the kitchen apart piece by piece.

>> @saanitized

[linoone]

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candykraken‌:

Callie shines her flashlight on the train tracks, looking for any signs of ink or a scuffle, but she sees nothing. This place was eerier than it had any right to be, completely dark except for red motes of light floating in the blackness from fuse boxes and emergency switches. She’d been in subway before, why was this one so empty? Surely she’d have seen a train pass by now. Something had to have been making that noise and she’d be remiss if she didn’t investigate it. 

With nobody answering her repeated shouts of “hello?” and “is someone down here?” she considers just turning around. All that Kamabo stuff was supposed to be somewhere else entirely, but she couldn’t discount the possibility that something had been left behind. She swears she can hear movement, but it might just be the clunking of her roller, strapped to her back in a folded position. 

Better call for backup. She really had no idea what could be down here. Callie turns around, beginning to head back to the way she came. 

With her tentacles slithering against the ceiling, she watched the pink inkling smother the twisting tunnels with repeated calls of trying to signal something down here.

But soon, her amusement of picking on the other fades, watching her turn away. This was her chance, all she had to do was catch the Inkling, knock her out and drag her down to their lab. Of course, they only wanted answers - Well, Kiki did anyways - but Kyu? She wanted something different entirely. After all, blood was everything.

Attaching her sythe-like weapon to one of the grip holds on the nearest highest wall, swinging just at the right angle to land on the silver panel, causing it to clatter and tumble, leaving the Octoling falling with it, but on purpose. 

Forcing tears to run from her eyes, she hide both her weapons upon the rubble, making a good scene to look weak and pathetic, her mask pulled down to her chin. At a glance, she would look like a normal octoling, powder white skin and bubbly red tentacles.

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>> im taking a nap but i will get to rps today!!!!!!!!!!!!

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>> I’m VERY sorry to anyone who’s been waiting for a reply from me... I’m just too tired from my deadass shifts recently..... considering how DAMN long they are >:( 

(they’re from 4am to 7pm but from now on i should be getting out at 3pm hopefully jkhfjklhfh)

but!!!!!!!! as soon as i get the energy n muse back into my system...... i’ll write some replies :D !!!!!!!!!