#paranoidocto

      let me ruin your oc || ★       (Selectively) Accepting !!

She’d only been walking back to her University’s accommodation building, but Marina was already lost. The huffy Octoling took out her phone to check the area map- but after two long days of visiting her family without charging the battery, it had gone flat. Typical. At least this wasn’t uncommon, she’d been lost in Inkopolis plenty of times, and the fact she’d taken a detour was the reason she’d forgotten the way in the first place. Now that the afternoon was creeping on, however, it’d be ideal to find assistance soon, or ask for directions. Unlike Inkopolis Square and the city centre, there weren’t a lot of maps in the suburbs.

Unfortunately, it didn’t look like there were a lot of people around this part of town either, and the ones that were didn’t look . . . safe to ask. Scanning the area, she at last found somebody that she felt she could speak to: another Octoling! They seemed to be keeping to themselves, but this made them easier to get to.

“Hey, you- I mean, uh—” Marina reminded herself that demanding assistance wasn’t exactly polite, and attempted a softer tone. “Hey. Do you know what street this is?”

    “Few...” The girl set her roller down with a heavy thud! The Flingza wasn’t the heaviest weapon out there, but the metal pieces on it were certainly heavier than the plastic that held the Splat Roller together. She was certainly strong if the way the extension bounced had anything to say about it...

Oh, had someone been watching her practice? She looked over shoulder to find an octoling. How peculiar.

      Nothing extraordinary ever had happened to Rider before       Goggles. He had never suffered public humiliation. Now       his pants seem to fall even with nothing to pull them down.

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