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♕  shinjuwahime  ♕

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her enthusiasm is… something. Dedf1sh has been without emotion, or even the vaguest recollection of the experience, for far too long – the output of excitement, of joy, is such an unfathomable concept that the display almost makes them flinch. they’re not scared - at least they don’t believe themself to be, - but the sheer life resonating from the squid is a stark and mortifying contrast to their cold, sanitised self.                     ( sheesh. lighten up, would you ? )

it’s interesting, how neither of them know an awful lot about each other, besides the obvious commonality of their mutual friend. anything could happen in the first steps of a new friendship. they just found it hard to, well… take those steps. the only information pearl knows about them is whatever marina has told her - all or nothing, knowing how marina is - and all they know of pearl is the same. well, that and whatever excited yammering they’d managed to decipher from inklings and octolings on the streets outside the studio.

still. despite their apparent lack of interest, they do want to actually get something out of this. a new track, a new friend.                      ( best not get ahead of yourself, now. )

the small smile that pulls at the corners of their lips is accompanied by a thumbs up - joined swiftly by another after they slot their notebook back into their backpack. alright! they mused, with a twirl of their pen – sliding it into the spiral spine once again. both hands reach down to pull closed the zipper of their bag ( generously adorned with pins and keychains marina had gifted them, ) and the smile stays faintly present on their face.

they pull themselves to their unsteady feet and sling their backpack over their shoulder. Dedf1sh doesn’t know of any places to get food in inkopolis, what with being physically dead and all, so their future for the next hour or so lies in the potentially precarious hands of pearl. they turn to the pygmy squid and gesture forwards, managing a quiet;

          “ lead the way ! ”

Grinning beakily from ear to ear, Pearl jumped to her feet and started collecting her own things--a puffy zip-up hoodie, as well as an over-shoulder designer purse that contained her phone and wallet. Both items were glittery and a creamy yellow and pastel pink; soft colors that didn’t quite blend with her overly bright personality. With everything on, she was ready to head out.

“Uh, lesse...” Pearl quieted down for a moment, tugging her phone out. Her expression turned fairly intent as she scrolled through a list with one thumb.

Although she would have been fine with going to the mall, she had a moment’s pause--it might be a bit too much for dedf1sh. With that concern in mind, she figured they could start with a quiet cafe, then work their way up. Without thinking, she gently bit the top of a ring on her free hand, as if thinking. What was she in the mood for...? And what cafe would be nice and quiet this time of day?

“Sorry ‘bout that!” she suddenly exclaimed, “Just checkin’ what’s open,” she put her phone back into her purse and headed for the door, “We’ll head to a l’il cafe first, then we can look around town, or somethin’!” 

Taking the lead, Pearl lead the Octoling out of the recording studio and into the streets of Inkopolis. Just before they left, a crab approached and asked the pygmy Inkling if she needed a ride, to which she shook her head and claimed, “It’s just a couple blocks down, we’re good.” With that, she pulled her sweater’s hood over her head, allowing her front two tentacles to hang out and partially guard her face. 

Standing underneath the awning, Pearl’s gaze turned to the right, then the left, “Aight, it’s uh,” she quickly whipped out her phone again, “This way!” she abruptly turned and pointed to their right, her boots scuffing the pavement, “Ain’t too far.”

Pearl’s pace was quick, but not terribly difficult to keep up with due to her short legs. As the two walked, she texted Marina, saying they were taking a break and getting a bite to eat. Keeping her phone in hand, she would glance at the Octoling now and again, hopeful that she’d be able to master reading their subdued reactions. A small worry of upsetting them had wormed its way into her mind, however she didn’t let it show. 

In no time at all, they had arrived at the cafe. A warm aroma wafted from inside, inviting them to enter. The Interior was just as welcoming. 

“So… yer tellin’ me a shrimp fried this rice?”

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Pearl!

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.  Pearl Houzuki

NICKNAME.  N/A

GENDER.  Female

HEIGHT.  4′7′, wears platform shoes to appear 4′9″

AGE.  21

ZODIAC.  Aries

SPOKEN LANGUAGES.  Inklish, a bit of Octarian

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.  Cream, usually changes tips to various shades of pink

EYE COLOR.  Golden

SKIN TONE.  Paler than a freakin’ sheet of paper

BODY TYPE.  Slightly underweight

VOICE.  Powerful, dominant, a bit high pitch and with little bass. Not a voice that would soothe you to sleep, but would get you amped up. New York-esque accent. 

DOMINANT HAND.  Right, but could go either.

POSTURE.  Pretty good when performing, very lax and slightly slouched when on her own.

SCARS.  Very faint scrapes and such from being too rowdy as a kid. Most are hidden by her clothes, or are difficult to see.

TATTOOS.  None

BIRTHMARKS.  None, her mole is actually fake to match Marina!

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).  Forehead.................

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.  Inkopolis, babee!

HOMETOWN.  Inkopolis, it’s her heart and soul.

SIBLINGS.  Dependent; I don’t know enough about the Splatoon Manga to claim Emperor and Prince as her siblings, however I’m very willing to accept that for people who RP as them with me! Otherwise, an only child, and a spoiled one at that. 

PARENTS.  I haven’t put enough thought into this--her dad owns a big company, and her mom is a model, that’s all I got right now.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.  Rapper, idol. Doesn’t seem to have much else in mind other than working in the music industry, and would probably move on to working with records and helping others get their start in the future, should she move on from being a full-time idol. Though Off the Hook will never die!

CURRENT RESIDENCE.  Inkopolis! 

CLOSE FRIENDS.  Marina’s her BEST friend, and she’s close to Callie and Marie. Any other friendships with non-famous folk (such as Agent 8) are kept pretty hush-hush, as she doesn’t want to drag them into being mooched off of.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS.  Single pringle! ... or so she claims.

FINANCIAL STATUS.  Dude she’s got more money than she knows what to do with

DRIVER’S LICENSE.  Doesn’t have one yet, has always had someone to drive her around. Has considered getting a license, but... Eh, she can do it later. 

CRIMINAL RECORD.  None

VICES.  Forgetting plans and get-togethers, sleeping in, snacking a bit too much

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.  Bi

PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch

PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch

LIBIDO.  

TURN ON’S.  

TURN OFF’S.  

LOVE LANGUAGE.  Gifts, gifts and more gifts! Treating her favorite person to dinner, surprising them with the thing they had their eye on for months. 

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.  Pearl isn’t the most romantic person out there, however she can be if she’s so inclined. Her preferred relationship type is the one where she considers her significant other her best friend, and gets most enjoyment when the two of them can simply act like best friends together, without the obligation of romance. However when she puts her mind to it, she can make the best dang romantic night you’ve seen... With the help of her money. Otherwise, she tends to be a little forgetful, and may forget things like anniversaries and to do the dishes... But be patient! She’ll make it up to you in due time. To avoid that, just... remind her to do things. Please. 

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.  Nasty Majesty, I am not creative enough nor do I listen to enough music with lyrics for this pffff

HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.  Video games, music/poetry writing, watching videos or listening to music

LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.  Right brained

PHOBIAS.   Athazagoraphobia (Fear of being abandoned) (HEAVILY masked)

SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.  Through the ROOF

VULNERABILITIES.  Her appearance, rejection sensitivity (that she desperately tries to not show)

The rumbling purr in the inklings throat only grew with the wink that was directed at them. Despite possibly not recognizing it in themselves, their cheeks were brushed with a light pink. Weasel was not particularly apt at understanding how Pearl made them feel. So the best they could do to deal with it was to fidget and sway.

              Slitted pupils widen again, doubling in size while their ear pricked up at the questions posed by the rapper. Truth be told—-an autograph did sound nice—but they kind of felt rude if they asked for that! Pearl had to do that all day didn’t she!?  Weasel did not find themselves special enough for that. They had not even paid to see her like most of their peers. Besides, Weasel bets that Pearls arm is tired from autographs.

                “ Mmmm.” The purr subsides a moment to allow their voice. “ No that its  okay pearl!” They reassure with a smile, despite shaking their head. “ I am just happy that I am talking to you!” They add. 

                “ I am thinking being able to see you is much better anyway!”

                             They pause, shuffling on their weight and moving their fidgeting hands to their pockets. For the briefest moments they rip their gaze away from the shorter inkling. Only because they felt themselves staring and didn't’ wanna be weird.

        “ Um…i do dualies too! Uh huh. Um.” the rumble returns as they nervously chew on the inside of their cheek. “ It is easiest for me! I am good at them, I do the dapple and tetra the most…”

                              “The pink ones that I have remind me of you pearl.”

Pearl shrugged at their response, “Aight!” she hummed, “Fine by me, then!” she was a little surprised, she had to admit; usually fans would jump on the opportunity to have something of theirs signed, whatever it was that they had on them at the time. 

When the other started to talk more about their Dualies, Pearl found herself pulling her crown out of her hoodie’s pocket and placing it on top of her head. Slipping her hand back into her pocket, she grinned.

“Good choices!” she mused, “Vanilla’s are always my go-to, but like, ya can’t just be a one trick sea-pony, now can ya?” she grinned beakily, “I mean, I guess some others would tell ya otherwise, but who am I to listen to some schmo that doesn’t know how to have a li’l fun?” she chuckled a little, showing she was joking.

“Pink ones... Oh yeah! I’ve like, thought about doin’ a brand deal with Dualies or somethin’, make some cool,” she removed her hands from her pockets and did a little motion with them, her rings flashing in the dim light, “Limited edition, or somethin’. Haven’t done it yet, though.”

Weasel froze when they heard the voice reply back to them. Narrow pupils in their cyan blue eyes dilated twice their size and their pointed ear flicked several times as it slowly sunk in who it was that was speaking to them. It was almost enough to cause the inkling to screech, but they didn’t instead they kept the low rumbling in their throat and allowed their eyes to flit back and forth with the redness now in their cheeks.

                     Stepping forwards, a toothy grin spreads across their features, wrinkling up the bridge of their nose and they clasp their hands together.

                        “Pearl! ” They chime. “ You are out here???” 

          Weasel rocks back and forth on their heels trying their best to curb their excitment. The inkling never really expected to get a chance to meet their favorite idol and running her off wasn’t something they wanted. Even if they had a tendency to scare others off with their eagerness—they’d curb it for pearl.

                                    “ It is wet! and cold!”

                The purple inklings head would take a sharp left tilt to the side, their blue eyes still wide with curiosity and eagerness.

          “ I am not sure who you are looking for—-but I am Weasel! ” 

The pygmy squid couldn’t help but roll her eyes, in spite of the grin that was still on her face. She really was bad at going incognito in public. She debated quietly if she should even try, but it was too little too late for now. She rolled her shoulders and snapped her fingers in the air.

“Yup! That’s me,” she replied, “Celebs got a life too, y’know!” she shrugged and tucked both hands into her hoodie pockets, “I’m jus’ out for a stroll, really. Windin’ down for the night before I head home.”

Pearl blinked, however, when Weasel mentioned it was wet and cold. Brow creased a hair, she wasn’t entirely sure what they were talking about. The weather? That was probably it. She quickly put her mind elsewhere, lest she get confused, “Nice to meet an astute fan! Might take others at least a minute to realize it’s me,” she chirped, “I suppose ya want an autograph?” although she didn’t have anything on hand to sign with.

What luck; with Pearl’s bump into Rocco, he’s been nudged out of the way of a Stingray’s beam about to hit him! With that, the other two in their team took care of that stack of pots and pans off in the distance, but that just meant these two hapless runners were on their own. Thankfully, Pearl’s covering fire had saved his hide and he wasn’t one to waste an opportunity like this.

“Gyaaah! I’m movin’, I’m movin’!” Now that he’s jinxed the both of them, he’d best do as he’s told. Without a moment to lose, Rocco dashed haphazardly towards the basket, strides struggling to keep themselves straight. His sudden push from his partner got him out of harm’s way from the bottle rockets for now, but as for Pearl… he couldn’t look back now, he’s been trusted with that Golden Egg and by cod he’ll get that in!

Pearl’s hearts were pounding away as the Stiger’s beam narrowly missed them, and the bottle rockets went off behind them. She could still feel the splash of the enemy ink, but they were at least safe... For a moment. When it came to Salmon Run, things could go wrong in mere seconds, and if a Salmonid came through, she was sure to get splatted!

@salmonidparty​ liked for a starter with Weasel!

The Inkling hums to themself, as they trot themselves down the darkened sidewalk. They spin their dualies idly in their fingers as they did so. It’d been a long day for them. Plus it had been raining the last few minutes so everywhere was damp. Which they weren’t a huge fan of.

              An ear does prick up eventually though when they hear someone call out to them from nearby. Which was odd, so they turn around , a low purr rumbling in their throat as they did so.

                     “ mmm…..Hellooo? ”

Pearl was grateful that it was the end of the day--she could finally relax after a long day of recording and casting. However, instead of heading straight home, she decided to take a stroll around town--it was one of her favorite ways to unwind after work. Dressed in a pink and cream hoodie, she had the hood pulled over her head and her crown tucked away in one of her oversized pockets. While any astute fan would have been able to recognize her in the blink of an eye, it at least made her feel somewhat anonymous.

As she rounded a corner, she noticed someone who she thought looked somewhat familiar. She called out to them, however quickly regretted it, “Hm?” when the other turned around, Pearl simply blinked. Wait, who was this squid?

“Firstly, Pearlie, there’s no such thing as too much sci-fi. Secondly, it felt so real…I can still feel the preservation fluid against my skin.“  The Octoling shivered slightly at the thought.

~

“... Oh, onna those dreams. I get it now.”

“So, I’ve had this reoccurring dream where I wake up inside a tube. Is that weird?”

“I dunno, sounds like you’ve been watchin’ one too many science flicks to me, Rina.”

“Ain’t NO ONE that can look down on me NOW!”

Tagged by Nabbed from: @tazmilyxfamily​  Tagging: Any of y’all still out there? lol??

          ❛ s’okay. marina… hypes me. ❜

they cringe at the ache in their throat and their own poorly composed sentence. it isn’t as though they’re wrong, though – marina is an old, dear friend of theirs ( from what they can remember, ) and from the conversations they’ve heard both on the air and within the recording room, they know marina tends to overexaggerate just how much they’re capable of. they appreciate her, of course ; though they could do without the awkward situations like this.

ah. real good ? ever bashful, dedf1sh rubs the back of their neck and responds with an uneasy wavering hand movement. they’re too ambitious, too insatiable in their search for breakbeat perfection, to consider their talent even near good. of course they value the compliment, but the nagging feelings of inadequacy still burden them. they resume watching the inkling with a distant gaze.

           ❛ mm. maybe. ❜

succumbing to the growling guttural rasp in their voice, they reach into their backpack for their notepad, fumbling for the spiral bound book with their numb fingers and letting the rustle of material become the sole sound resonating through the room.                     they didn’t mind the antics of the pygmy squid, or her impulsivity and actions done on a whim. she’s a star, after all ; places to go, people to see, a busy schedule dedf1sh had only narrowly wormed they way into with the help of the other’s co-star. they couldn’t blame her for expecting them to live up to higher expectations. really, they should’ve come with some sort of idea or rough drafted works before meeting with the idol. they can’t stop kicking themself mentally over it.                     it was hard for them to compose under scathing and rigid conditions like this. it would’ve been far better to be somewhere more casual, more –

they find their book and pull it from their open bag with ease. with a glance back to pearl, they watch her eyes drift to the digital clock.           it appears they had the same idea. pulling their pen out, they scrawl onto the page ( with shaky penmanship ) and present the page to her when they’re done.

                    do you need a break?                          maybe it’s good for creativity.

Pearl couldn’t help but smile at the simple statement that dedf1sh had uttered; Marina was great, and she deserved all the recognition she got and more. While the Inkling wasn’t really all that in the know of the friendship the two Octolings shared, Pearl was glad the two of them got along, and she supposed that was why she was trying to reach out herself...

Even if she didn’t fully know how. But! A few hiccups and bumps weren’t enough to get her to quit!

While the reply to Pearl’s offer sounded fairly non-committal, it was enough footing for her to at least start, “Aight!” she hummed, pumping a fist into the air, “We can give it a shot! Lemme know if you’ve got a style that ya prefer, I always like tryin’ out new things.” she winked, “Otherwise I’ll go hog wild!”

She blinked when the notebook was withdrawn, taking but a moment to realize that maybe they were having a hard time talking. It did sound like they had a bit of a sore throat... She didn’t fully understand the “sanitized” thing, but it clearly took a toll on the poor Octoling’s body. 

As she waited for dedf1sh to write their message, Pearl leaned forward in her chair and pivoted it back and forth in a somewhat mindless way. When the Octoling finished up and offered the page, Pearl took the bottom of the page between her finger and thumb, and read it over, taking a second to adjust to the handwriting. Her initial thought was to reply by writing back, but she figured talking back was just as good.

Pearl grinned, “Yeah, a break would be great!” she chirped, immediately on her feet, “I really could use a snack,” she went on to say, “You could come with, and we could look around for a li’l bit, or somethin’!”