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pacific-octo:
Tartar had been back up on the surface again, this time doing a lot better than before. He was sitting at one of the tables near the food truck that he recognized as the one 460 had been so eager to make disappear before. He was messing around on his phone when someone came over and sat beside him. They had been sitting there for a few minutes when he decided to start thinking out loud, periodically forgetting that he wasn’t alone. When he heard her ask him that, his face turned a slight shade of green with embarrassment. Along with it his ears seemed to lower and lay back.
“W-Well yes… I did. But.. it feels nice okay??” He replied, sounding just as embarrassed as he looked.
“Hey, I’m not judging,” Manami said, giggling a little at his reaction. “I’m not sure I’d trust someone else to do it, but I’ve scratched my own ears when they get itchy...” Well, this was a very weird conversation. She finished her Seanwich in uncomfortable silence, then picked up her shake. As he went back to playing on his phone, she took the opportunity to silently analyze his appearance. First off, his tentacles were styled differently than most other Octolings. He had a crown on his head, which was pretty fresh, but the white leather jacket and glasses sort of ruined it. She had half a mind to give him fashion tips, but she decided to hold her tongue -- it would be very rude of her to critique a stranger’s style. Speaking of which, she had neglected to introduce herself... “I’m Manami, by the way. What’s your name?”