Paisley thinks for a moment before asking a question. “So do any of you like sweets...”
Octoglasses’ hand shot straight up into the hair, waving it around. Her long tentacles bounced with her excited... bouncing in her seat. “I do!! I do I do I do!”
“Oh, cod, please don’t give her candy...” Forge grumbled, pressing a clawed finger on the bridge of her nose. Her own tentacles were growing long, but her tentacles were pulled back into a ponytail at the base of her neck. They went rigid with... fear?
Clip popped a piece of candy into her mouth, a smile on her face. Her nod was all the answer she wanted to provide. Octoglasses turned around, but Clip hid behind Gloves, who just ran a hand through his afro.
Junior bounced in his seat, obviously the youngest of all of them. In the commotion of Octoglasses wanting the candy Clip had, he chirped, “Duh! It’s like, the best thing about the surface!”
Eging popped a candy into his mouth, and just laughed when Octoglasses turned to him. “Stole the last one.”
“Come on!” Octoglasses pouted, her tentacles drooping.
Bobble carefully hid the candy jar behind the computer, typing in as she went. “I’m a fan, myself~”
