'Dont be late >=('
Squido sighed. Shrimps was often late, no matter how often she told him.
He...wasn't late this time, though. Shrimps was drenched in sweat.
"They're over there." Shrimps said as he took a seat.
Squido paused, her mug of coffee halfway between her lips and her neat little side table.
"How many?"
"About 5 octolings, drinking and eating."
Squido despised octolings. When she was young, playing with her mother's ink gun, far away in the land of Splatsville (aka the city of chaos), she was kidnapped and taken away to inkopolis. She earned a living of turf war, gaining little money...because of those octolings who took her.
"They're everywhere now, aren't they?" Squido's boyfriend exclaimed, "They're not...horrible."
"One's now part of the squidbeak - agent 8. Agent 4 seems to like him, I have my doubts."
"Squido," said Shrimps, "Have you even said HI to an octoling?"
"Nope."
"Should we?"
Squido thought for a moment, before shrugging her shoulder and gulping the remains of her coffee.