8ctoshot:
Eight is really, really enjoying his vacation in Tranquility.
The bearsā¦took a little getting used to, but compared to the rats? Anything was better than the rats. The forest was much easier to navigate than the narrow, twisting lanes of Crises, the weather was far more agreeable, and it certainly smelled better. Sure, Eight had to go back in a week, but he was very pointedly not thinking about that at the moment.
Heās just taking a walk. He never had the opportunity to enjoy trees (and plants in general) living underground, and if heās stuck on the Ark, heās at least going to take advantage of a whole biome dedicated to nature.
Eightās just spotted a particularly interesting-looking leaf when he hears someone calling out and turns, freezing in place when he notices the hairstyle.
Inkling.
The moment the other turns around, Agent 4ā²s eyes widen a bit. She recognizes the hairstyleās outer suction cups, the eye markings, the round ears; all were unmistakably traits of an Octoling. But to meet an enemy in a completely foreign environment without a single clue of what happenedāin the back of her mind, she wants to jump to the conclusion that somehow the Octoling before her is related to her current situation. As far as she can see, the other bears no weapons like herself.
Her gaze narrows into a glare.Ā āWhere am I?ā she asks, her tone stern. She checks her surroundings carefully, wary of any sort of surprise attack.
