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2018-06-20
inkndip:
“I mean same here, except usually I win, not the other way around” she sighed, looking up at Mimi with a small grin “do we have any leftovers? I do remember plenty left over, unless Gloria got to em first.” Her eyes went a bit glassy for a second, her expression was a blank shock
“I’ve never seen a teen eat that much.”
“I think she took it as a challenge. But yeah, there should be leftovers still. She’s asleep so she hasn’t gotten to them yet.” Lucky Gloria didn’t have to work today.
Last night had gone really well. Gloria seemed to like Ankou a lot, fascinated by her stories and even a little jealous. Poor kid always seemed to be grasping for some kind of purpose. Mimi wouldn’t be surprised if she asked go on Ankou’s next outing, not fully understanding the seriousness of the situation, or the danger. Even after what she’d gone through in the metro, she still seemed to feel like she had to prove herself.
inkndip:
She shrugged, barely remembering last night “I guess, it was all a blur. All I remember is seeing the clams and losing my literal shit.”
“That’s pretty much every match of clam blitz I have to supervise. A blur of clams and saliva.”
i’m starvin’……
it’s like we ate ten pounds of paella last night for nothing, right?
CHICKEN AND SEAFOOD PAELLA
Spanish Paella
time to buy all the fresh shrimp, clams and mussels in makomart.
inkndip:
heck yeah I’ll see you tonight! I’ll be at your house—once I grab some stuff from home after I avoid Zach.
don’t forget about me, alright?
Oh, Wooms. As if I could forget you. Take care, alright?
inkndip:
well, I consider myself somethin’ more than a Co-worker, wouldn’t you agree?
and im sure I can talk to her, im sure my octolish is still pretty good. Didn’t learn all a that fer nothin’
Octarian. Not octolish. Otherwise you’re doing great. I miss having someone to speak it with, so that’s another reason it’s nice to have this kid hanging around. Nice to have someone around to talk to, period.
I’ll see you tonight then, yeah? Come over whenever, I’m going to make so much paella we’ll have leftovers for... two days, give or take.
inkndip:
bleed? I mean i don’t mind the air mattress but why turn down the better offer?
also what do you mean? im always funny and i make sense! im pretty sure gloria would think im funny!!!
Oh, y’know. Coworkers. I’ve had them stay over in the past, and sometimes I’ve had to patch them up. Don’t worry about it. I’m sure she’ll find you hilarious, though her Inklish isn’t perfect yet. Sometimes puns are lost on her.
inkndip:
Paella!? hardly know her.
I love paella though, you mind if I crash at your house too? Zach’s a little pissed because i forgot rent this month so i need somewhere to lay low.
Hm, not sure if that one makes sense, Wooms. You can sleep over, but Gloria’s on the couch, so I can either bust out the air mattress or we can both use my bed. Either works for me, as long as you don’t bleed on my sheets.
octo-agent:
“I, uh…” Aria doesn’t even have the time to compose a coherent thought before the Inkling interrupts. She just stares at them blankly, tempted to glare, before turning her attention back to Gloria. “Right? I really worry about Inklings sometimes. It’s like the whole species has one collective brain cell.”
She just goes silent for a moment as she tries to organize her thoughts and her explanations. Gloria is right, she can’t just casually throw that in…well, she obviously can and did, but she shouldn’t.
“Uh, well…saying I’ve been busy is really an understatement, huh? Yeah, I, uh…well, it’s a long story. Basically, uh…last August on Great Turf War Remembrance Day, someone tried sabotaging the Octarian government over their treatment of Sanitized Octarians, and I was sent to hunt him down, but I ended up sympathizing with him, especially after he got exiled. So, I, uh…I got an army together and overthrew Octavio. Kind of funny that that was the straw that broke the seahorse’s back, but…it was just the right time, I suppose. We’ve, uh…we’ve got new monarchs now. Two of them, about our age, so…they’re much easier to talk to and they’re way less…well, uh…boomerish?” That’s not a word.
“Oh, uh…Octavio didn’t get arrested immediately, either. So, uh, a few weeks ago…he…he kidnapped Agent 3 and tried making them perform as a DJ at a concert, so I broke in, rescued Three, and beat up Octavio and crashed the Octobot King accidentally. He got arrested.”
She pauses with a neutral expression on her face, as if everything she just said isn’t completely fucking bizarre without months of context.
Gloria snickers a little at that. One collective brain cell was right. All the Inklings she’d met had been nice enough to her, though, so they could go on being dumb as far as she was concerned.
As Aria recounts her exploits, Gloria watches as the Inkling searches for the price tag, taking at least 30 seconds to notice it’s posted in bold letters at the top of the display, just like she’d said. She searches the other Octoling’s face for any sign that this was some sort of joke, that Aria was just fooling with her, but she seems completely serious. Gloria smiles wryly, sighing. “That’s... wild. All that after the whole thing with the metro, huh? Man... I think you’ve done enough for one lifetime. They should let you just chill now. That’s what people say up here, right? Chill?”
Her expression shifts, tentacles drooping a little. “Y’know. I’ve been afraid to go back, but if the place is under new management, maybe they’d be a little more forgiving of... whatever I did. Whatever reason I ran away the first time.”
inkndip:
that’s….having a kid, Mimi. Like, the eating your food and living rent-less. I mean, you provide for her, even when she can provide for herself, you give her shelter, and you’re probably settin’ a good example!
give yerself some credit! but anyways, alright, I accept yer offer to go over. If only so I can mooch off yer food too heh….
Is that really all it is? All the moms at work make it seem like such an ordeal. Well, whatever you want to call it, it’s nice just to have someone else around the apartment. Someone who’s not Bernard. At least he’s behaving himself around her.
You can do better than mooch. I’ll cook us something. You like paella?
inkndip:
I might take you up on that offer! heh, don’t get me wrong, I love hangin’ out with the gang at the Needlefish but I really miss hangin’ out with you…
But, uh, I hope I don’t weird out your kid. Must be weird to have mom’s friend come over outta nowhere, never even met the twerp.
I missed you too, Ankou, but you know I’m not her mom. She’s 16, she was probably a soldier before she wound up in the metro. It’s more like having a roommate that doesn’t pay rent and eats all my leftover takeout. I’m sure you’ll be tame compared to what was going on down there.