#junior ask

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Paisley looks left then right and hands Octoglasses a big deluxe chocolate candy bar.

Oh, cod. what have you done.

Before anybody in the room could react, Octoglasses leaped forward- thanks, Disco Ball Dance and other Aloha Team moves- and snatched the chocolate candy bar out of Paisley’s hands.

Before Forge could reach over and pull the candy bar out of the hands, gulp. It was gone. Octoglasses had Absorbed it. 

Forge immediately escaped the room. So did Vintage.

Bobble popped a candy in her mouth, and watched as Octoglasses’ hands started to shake, and she waved them around, her eyes gleaming and tentacles starting to vibrate. 

“THIS IS SO GOOD!” She said, with her mouth full, immediately jumping to Junior and shaking him. The little Octoling blinked, not trying to escape her grasp. “Where did you get this? You HAVE to get me another! I have to share it, and take pictures of it, and...”

She’s, uh... a big fan of sweets.

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Paisley thinks for a moment before asking a question. “So do any of you like sweets...”

Octoglasses’ hand shot straight up into the hair, waving it around. Her long tentacles bounced with her excited... bouncing in her seat. “I do!! I do I do I do!”

“Oh, cod, please don’t give her candy...” Forge grumbled, pressing a clawed finger on the bridge of her nose. Her own tentacles were growing long, but her tentacles were pulled back into a ponytail at the base of her neck. They went rigid with... fear?

Clip popped a piece of candy into her mouth, a smile on her face. Her nod was all the answer she wanted to provide. Octoglasses turned around, but Clip hid behind Gloves, who just ran a hand through his afro.

Junior bounced in his seat, obviously the youngest of all of them. In the commotion of Octoglasses wanting the candy Clip had, he chirped, “Duh! It’s like, the best thing about the surface!”

Eging popped a candy into his mouth, and just laughed when Octoglasses turned to him. “Stole the last one.”

“Come on!” Octoglasses pouted, her tentacles drooping.

Bobble carefully hid the candy jar behind the computer, typing in as she went. “I’m a fan, myself~”