#agent 7

After she left Calamari County some time after the first annual Folk-Singing Contest, Jason continued his newspaper boy job and improved on some things.

When he was old enough, his mother gifted him an retro electric scooter with a compartment to keep a spare battery and small rack to help transport and deliver thing. He also balanced the style and presentation of ensemble, keeping a vest and long-sleeved shirt while trying out either slacks of jeans.

He also stopped getting home-schooled and attended the school that Marie and Callie attended. He eventually finished there and attending high school. When he graduated there, he had no plans to attend college. He remained with his mother for a while shadow her in her archaeologist career (while attending her public parties at one of the estates they own.)

But one a month, he would stop by the train station to take a seat and enjoy his surroundings. At the same time, he is also reminiscing his time with Marie.

He tried to move on by hanging out with an inkling named Katie Malory, but that relationship didn't go anywhere for him. He did discover something interesting: she was holding a secret connected to Inkopolis.

Finally, his mother decided he should go out to Inkopolis, even blessing him safe travels. Jason chose to go by scooter instead of train, wanting to enjoy the sceneries and take his time along the way.

Octo Valley... isn't like any of the place he passed through while on the way to Inkopolis.

Oh, I didn't introduce myself.

My name is Jason Gatz-Ling Cassius. But just call me Jason.

I am the son of a respected philanthropist and archaeologist, Darla Gatz-Ling, who contributed to the county and preserving heritage. Her discovery of an old civilization and a wild theory about sentient creatures before us, made her rich. What also made her rich was through my father's gardening company and bamboo farm... he isn't around.

As for me... I run a newspaper distribution career, helping parts of the county deliver them to the people. It was something humble and I get a lot of eyes from the other kids but my mother supported my path.

How Marie and I met is a funny story.

One day, I accidentally had my wagon tipped over near a front of a school. A pile of newspapers fell and hit her leg. She wasn't hurt, but she did offer to help me get the pile back together in the wagon. And since then, we hung out... sometimes with her cousin and sometimes with other kids at that school.

When I got news of this Folk-Singing Contest, and that Marie and her cousin would be participating, I must be there.

It took a while to get backstage and sneak my way to meet the competitors. I did flaunt my status as the son of a philanthropist... but I was told my mother contributed to the contest and let me in anyway. My mom doesn't know I'm at this contest.

I stop my one of the full body mirrors. Maybe a salmon-colored suit with white dress shirt and blue bowtie is bad idea. I keep his hair tied back with a black hair back with white ring with a white circle in that ring to make an eye. It's a preference.

I'll make this appearance work.

I took a while to find Marie and...

"I am really really really really really really nervous!" There's Callie, Marie's cousin.

"Same here," Marie sarcastically responds.

"Marie! Callie!" I approach them and adjust my bow tie. "