Dude, it even felt like an Inkbrush! He could get used to this! Giving it a small toss up and back into his palms, feet began walking over to the sprinkler as he flashed the other a thumbs up, smirking. Before long, much more ink than what should’ve been coming out of that broom started pelting the sprinkler as he swung. A few lightning-fast swings with torrents of blue ink aiding Dustin, the problem maker broke with a metallic clang, stopping the ink storm.
“None taken, pal! I’m an Inkling, so it’s ink! This canister here on my back is filled with ink, yeah? We can hook it up to weapons for things called Turf Wars. Y’ink the ground and it’s scored by who covered more,s’pretty cool! But the canister runs out t’morey’use your weapon.” he said, gesturing to his now lower level of ink. “When it’s like that, y’dothis!”
Walking over a puddle of blue ink, Dustin’s legs bent before kicking off the ground into the air. Up there, this entire form changed in the blink of an eye, turning into a cute little squid that gave Roll a tentacled salute until his dive down into the puddle. He completely submerged, making ripples as he hopscotched between splotch after splotch. A little bit, and he came back, flipping onto the floor as a kid, the canister full up.
“Anyway, water gets rid of this stuff lickity split. Got a bucket of th’stuff?”
Okay, now, this is getting into the realm of the bizarre. A couple stray globs of ink hits her in the face as Dustin goes ham on the sprinkler, and she starts attempting to wipe it off with her hands as the other-- the Inkling, according to him-- speaks. She got the ink out of her eyes, and looked down just to see that the other was completely gone.
“ Um... where did you go-- ” She looks down, and bites back a shriek at seeing a squid, on the floor. What the heck is that thing?! It’s kinda cute, but at the same time, bright blue squid in the room. Her knuckles quickly go to press against her mouth, eyes widening, until it salutes her and she realizes that, somehow, Dustin had turned into the squid. He seems... fine, as fine as one can be after turning into a cartoony squid, so she just watches him hop from puddle to puddle in something akin to awe. About a million different questions are turning over in her mind, but she pushes them all down for later when Dustin asks for water.
“ Y-- yeah. I was mopping before you came in here, so... ” She starts looking around for the bucket, hoping it didn’t get unceremoniously knocked over when the sprinkler went completely hog wild. She found it quickly, walking over with a bucket so big that she needs to wrap both arms around it to carry it over. Even more impressively, she seemed to be carrying it just fine when the bucket was filled three-fourths full. “ Will this work? ”
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