Brella was a weird-ass thing that she couldn’t wrap her mind around if you paid her. Like, Dualies made sense ( she meant, Sheldon had based them off her handguns ) but a literal umbrella? That detached if you pressed the trigger too long? Shotguns had never seemed fun anyway ( what was fun if you didn’t have to aim --- the margin for error, that moment when you missed and the enemy noticed and your heart jumped into your throat with that wonderful shot of adrenaline? ) but this... this was a new low. She didn’t think this guy quite knew how to use it either. They were in enemy ink with no one around and he’d just let it go --- smack into the wall, to boot.
Soda turned to acknowledge him properly, lowering her Splattershot until its barrel pointed at the ground. “ Yo’kay there? Hey, don’tcha know ‘s bad luck t’ open a’mbrella ‘nside? ” / @inkyoctoling.
