hi hello @hex-the-memelord and @alohasno1fan heres ur alomask i finally made LMAO srry ive been like. busy with redesigning and. allat. yk.. but like it was worth it i feel like mask rn.
im sick again UGH!!
first timelapse ever posted. i rlly like this artpiece alright? ok.
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me sticking my hands in five different fandoms at once: hiii coroika hiiii. here's a snippet of a giant poly S5 fic im writing for wife!! getting used to using my big boy writing style :]
cw for some slight suggestive language, bc its aloha lmao. this is about 900 words (and yes i said snippet)
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"Saw Rider at the Reef the other day," Aloha greets him without greeting him, leaning against the arcade cabinet that Mask is currently trying to beat his own high-score on. It's a racing game—he's not particularly any good at racing games, but he's better than all the other schmucks who come in and put their grubby loser hands all over the controllers here, and it's his name on the leaderboard, all the way down.
Mask grunts a response, shifting the wheel controller as hard as he can to the right. He knows from experience that if he doesn't give Aloha some kind of response, the pink inkling will pout about it and get increasingly annoying until Mask relents.
Thankfully, it's enough. Aloha shifts how he's leaning against the cabinet, draping himself against it dramatically instead. "He's so attractive, Mask, have you seen him? I feel crazy."
"What are you talking about," Mask mutters, the question rhetorical and flat. He soars across the finish line and scowls at the score he gets—not enough to beat his own score from however long ago he set it.
"C'mon, you've heard of Rider," Aloha assures him with one of those flirty, playful smiles he likes to wear. In the dim lights of the arcade, Aloha's freckles and tentacle spots give off a soft light—he's a firefly squid and he loves to flaunt it so much that it'd be difficult to find someone who doesn't know that about him. Mask thinks so, at least. "He's the guy tearing up the leagues right now. Got no proper team. Gold dynamo?"
The name of the heavy roller makes Mask's face twist up as though he's eaten something sour. His expression is covered by his gas mask, but Aloha's good at reading him—much to his continued displeasure—and lets out a bright laugh.
"Yeah, I've heard of him," Mask mutters darkly, giving the racing game a parting glare before he pushes himself up out of the seat. He's not in the mood for it anymore, and if Aloha's going to be bothering him, he should probably find something else to do. "He'll be oooold news by next week. Everything always is."
Aloha trails after him like a lost duckling. "Oh my cod, Mask," he sighs, lifting both hands and dragging them down his freckled face in exasperation. "Please don't tell me you're still just getting your news from Chumblr, Rider's been trending on Squidder for weeks."
"Don't caaare." Mask rolls his eyes even though Aloha can't see it at this angle, picking a direction and walking away. He wants nothing more than to go back and kick the shit out of the racing cabinet, but that'll do literally nothing productive. He'd probably bruise his foot if he did, not to mention look like a total immature little baby in front of Aloha.
Not that he cares what Aloha thinks of him. It's just embarrassing either way.
"Ugh, whatever. I've given up on trying to excavate you from that dead website." Aloha shakes his head. He trails to a stop as they pass a claw machine, then points at it and loudly demands. "Mask, get me something."
The sigh Mask lets out is a well practiced and well used one. It's the 'Aloha sigh', reserved specifically for when Aloha does some dumb whaleshit that pisses Mask off. Which is often whenever Aloha's around him.
He meanders over and puts a token into the claw machine, boredly scanning the selection of plushies and prizes. He picks something stupid and sparkly and pink and begins to direct the claw over to it. Aloha all but has his face pressed up against the side of the cabinet, watching Mask play.
"I wasn't kidding about Rider, by the way," Aloha says as Mask is shifting the claw. He's not expecting it and lets go too early, staring in dismay as the claw reaches down, knocks his target aside, and grabs nothing but thin air. Aloha doesn't seem too perturbed by his failure. "He's stupid hot. Like, he could be a model. Cod, I bet he's got amazing arms, you gotta have good arm strength to use a dynamo like that, right?"
"Upper body," Mask corrects with a mutter, crouching to slot another token into the claw machine. "Back and chest. Rollers are heavy."
Aloha's staring at him. Mask takes a moment to think about it, then shrugs, standing up straight and grabbing the joystick for the claw again.
"I gueeess you need arm strength too if you're swinging your roller around like a pleb."
Aloha shivers and Mask pretends not to notice, going for the stupid pink sparkly plush he'd been aiming for before. Aloha likes gaudy things like that, and he'll get bonus points for getting something Aloha can hug and squish. He shifts the claw backwards exactly where he needs it, taking a deep breath before sliding it to the right and watching with narrowed eyes.
"You think he could pick me up?" Aloha murmurs. There's something beneath his tone that makes Mask want to shudder too. Unfortunately for him, Aloha keeps thinking out loud—the velvet soft hum of his voice reaches into Mask's chest and lights a fire in his core. "He could pin me to something… or throw me over his shoulder… He has such nice shoulders, they're so broad, Mask."
The claw descends and successfully grips its target, and Mask lets out a sigh of relief. It's already embarrassing enough that he missed it the first time. He doesn't know what he'd do with himself if he missed with the claw again.
"Could you stop being hooorny for two seconds?" Mask snarks, watching the claw bring the pink plush home. It's a jellyfish with rhinestones embedded its bell, and the long tentacles that extend from it are made of both sheer and soft fabric. "Get your shitty prize, I have other games to play."
