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“I’m going to fucking kill somebody.” Eight turned her head just in time to see a throughly pissed Four, her orange tentacles swaying from her forceful and angry strides. The apartment door slammed shut behind the short Inkling, and she stormed into the pantry.
”Why is angered, Four? Something is of the matter?” Eight asked her. The Octoling’s Inklish was slowly improving the more time she spent on the surface, but it still had a lot of room to grow. At least she was far more understandable than before, though; Eight had only known a lick of the foreign language and barely spoke at first. “It is because I beat Wordle fastest today?”
”No, I already know you’re smarter than me,” Four grumbled, grabbing the family sized bag of Funyuns.
”Then what is troubled you, Four?”
The Inkling aggressively shoved a chip in her mouth, chewing furiously like she was going to kill the chip. She threw herself into the couch beside Eight. Swallowing, Four then began to furiously rant. “My X rank teammates are FUCKING STUPID. LIKE THEY LITERALLY THREW, I SHIT YOU NOT.”
Oh no. If Four was pissed off about ranked, Eight would be here for a while. She really hoped the Inkling’s rant wouldn’t take too long, because she didn’t want to miss the newest Squidjago episode when it aired.
”LIKE, DEADASS, I LITERALLY GOT A FUCKING QUAD, WIPED OUT THE WHOLE TEAM AND SACRIFICED MYSELF FOR THE PUSH. BUT THESE IDIOTS. THESE FUCKING IDIOTS. THEY SAID, “what if I don’t push the Rainmaker?” AND WE FUCKING LOST!!” Four screeched, grabbing a pillow from the couch and yeeting it across the room.
“That is most awful,” Eight said. “I is sorry.”
”See, I knew you’d understand Eight,” She huffed, folding her arms. “You actually have a brain, UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE,” Four added.
”We watch new Squidjago episode together to calm down? Order Crust Bucket as treat?” Eight asked. “Sound good, yes?”
Four huffed out a shaky breath, collecting herself. “You know what? That sounds great.”
Eight smiled happily and jumped up from the cushion. “Will order straight away!” Eight knew that Four was still in a bad mood. But hopefully, with some tv and fried food, everything would be okay in the end. And, Eight was never trying ranked. Period.