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8045 stared up at the statue of NILS, the former base of operations for Sanitized Octolings and Inklings. The Octoling occasionally would visit, but never would go inside the beast itself- not only was it easy to get lost, it was easy to get lost in the programming that was there for them to stay in there.

8045 had been forbidden to enter it, anyway, by the people who let them in the city. They, at least, knew how to follow instructions. So as they stood on the statue, they kneeled down on its arm, pressing a hand to their chest.

They said a prayer to the statue, eyes closed. A thanking for giving them a place to reside, a place to escape to. Even if they didn’t remember anything of their past, their programming told them to give thanks to the statue... for some reason. It was inanimate.

Coffee. Grizzco. Home. That should be simple, right? Just order a coffee, pick it up, drink it on the way to Grizzco, get the shifts out the way, go home. Can’t be that hard.

The day was still young. She had just risen from bed and she finally had the motivation to do something - a rare commodity that comes only once in a blue moon.

First course of action: get coffee.

She had just placed her order and was casually waiting for her name to be called up. Or at least, she was casually waiting, up until someone firmly gripped her shoulder and spoke in a monotone voice that uttered the words she was so sick of hearing. They wanna be all grippy and stern? Two can play that game.

“Yeah. It is,” she says, firmly grabbing the unknown hand that was placed on her unwillingly and pushing it back, before giving a very stern glance.

“Thanks for fucking noticing.”

The tone of the other felt weird. As 8045′s hand was pushed off of the other’s shoulder, and given a glare, something in 8045 wanted to... push back. But their sanitized nature prevailed, and they simply let their eyes blink. 

“I have never seen such a ink color before. Colors like that is unusual.” Their robotic tone said, again. They glanced up at the coffee shop the other was standing in front of. “Those like you gather here?” They pointed up to the sign, then glanced back to the inkling. 

8045 stared into the skyline of the square, watching as the clouds rolled by. They let their eyes move down towards the crowds of cephalopods, just... observing. Everything seemed normal for the crowd... except for one red-ink squid that seemed to stick out like a sore thumb in their mind.

They approached this Inkling with the determination of a predator after prey, and let their claws grip onto the shoulder with a bit of roughness. That was how you got attention. 

#8045 is a Sanitized Octoling who is new to the city, who is basically robotic at the moment! Their personality is not very... uh... developed, but you can help influence them with your own muses!