“….I wonder this is how she-“

“Captain…”

"no, i. . . i want to. maybe even. . . need to." [ Arms crossed. Hugging her shoulders. ] ". . . need my mind on something else. maybe. . . with someone else. and, i like baking. if i get to. . . work with you. it'll be easy. no question."

// Was gonna update Ember's age cuz it's their birthday but realized I made it redacted anyways.

[ Surprised. Blinking rapidly, arms still crossed for a few moments. Before returning the embrace, head resting atop Umiko's. ] ". . . i'd love to do this. with you more, anyway. . ." [ Clearing her throat. Nudging the tray with a finger. ] "so. fridge?"

". . . thirty. okay." [ Carefully picking the tray up, sliding it in the sparsely stocked fridge with ease. Now that same question was on Ember's mind, not that she wanted to be the one to ask. . . . thinking. Tying her tentacles back while she thinks of something. ]

". . . just in case." [ Ominous. And rather vague. Tapping one of the splat bomb shells on the counter. ] ". . . gotta keep them. working. efficient. they're tools, and they require. . . maintenance. it's like. . . working from home. but it's not. . . paperwork."

[ Looking over, one hand on her hip, the other tracing some of her tentacle scars. ] ". . . i don't see why not." [ Oh. That was a lot more casual than usual. ] "just pick a weapon. or a weapon class. and. . . we'll start there."

[ Maybe others would laugh at that. Not Ember. She leans in to take a better look, squinting at the object. ] ". . . that'll do. if it can fling ink, it can be used as a weapon. . ." [ Tapping a finger to her chin. ] ". . . i'll just. hook it up to an ink tank. somehow."

". . . i'm sure we can figure. . . something out." [ Rummaging through a drawer full of small ink tank parts, tubing and such. Looks like there's still some silverware mixed in. . . Looking at the miniscule parts, trying to find one to fit the paint brush. ]

". . . for starters. . ." [ Running a fingertip along the brush. Waiting to feel the ink. . . stinging. Flicking her hand around a bit to get the small smudge off. ] "we can. . . actually test. nearby. good firing range. . . ammo knights. that sound. . . alright?"

[ Tapping the ink tank a few times. It's been through a fair bit, but it was still functional. ] ". . . this model. is an ink conserver. used it. . . a few years ago. full tank can. . . last awhile." [ Backing up a bit. ] "can even run. . . off basically nothing."

". . . well." [ How does she phrase this. "Oh, I just happened upon a bunch of eggs and sardinium and kind of threw it together with rough blueprints given to me by a Great Turf War veteran?" ] ". . . i made it." [ . . . ] "well. added onto it. . . made it. better."

[ Tilting her head to the side. ] ". . . that's a good reason to fight. if there ever was one." [ Hands on hips. ] "want to go. . . right now. or after the. . . cookies are done."

[ ! ] "o- okay. let's go give it a whirl." [ Throwing their street clothes on. Annaki branding for the most part. Stashing the Hero Shot just in case. ]

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