Stray thoughts of a ex-metro octoling
Splatfests are so beautiful normally. Everything around me is alive. The lights are luminous and warm, the drone shows are gorgeous and bright, the people are dressed to the nines in their splatfest gear, and all look so pretty but especially them
The ink waves with light like the sea-floor despite being nighttime. It reminds me of the tests, the way my own ink shined, and the way the sanitized kind shimmered sinisterly… now the pink and blue are dredging up those memories. They stirred up a panic attack in my first match… (sorry team mates)
The splatlands have been amazing. It’s been nice to take a rest, get away from it all. Inkopolis is home, but there’s so much I have to attend to there. Between work, my family, trying to keep tabs on the things I do, it’s a lot. Thanks to Skye I’ve been able to escape it all for a little while. I’m super grateful to have someone like him.
Lastly are the quietest stray thoughts. Ones I can’t quite hear… feelings of a little fluttering in my chest, or getting flustered so easily… I don’t know what to make of them or what they mean, but I think until summer nights is over I’ll let them be. This is time for celebration and fun, so I’ll do my best to enjoy it.
Signing off for the night
-Melody
