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A grunt.
A grunt, accompanied by an annoyed "Hachi."
A slap and a "Would you fucking quit that!?"
Eight frowns and scoots back from where she lay next to Four on their couch, averting her eyes. Four sighs and pinches their nose bridge.
"Dude, what did I say about biting me?"
"Ehm.."
"I said, 'save that squit for Three.' In other words, dont fucking bite me."
"..I'm sorry, Four." Eight's voice shakes, tearing up slightly at being scolded. "I.. I'm going to bed." She mumbles, standing up and rushing to her room. Four sighs and grabs their phone.
■Webmaster■> 4gent has joined the chatroom.
4gent> now i get why youre always covered in hickies
■Webmaster■> Sango has joined the chatroom.
Sango> Splat yourself.
4gent> sorry damn
Sango> What do you want, 4.
4gent> control your damn gf
4gent> she has a biting problem
Sango> You thought I didn't know?
4gent> haha very funny
4gent> but seriously
4gent> we should probably do something
Sango> Meh. Not that huge a deal
4gent> maybe for you, ms biting kink
■Webmaster■> Sango has left the chatroom.
Four snickers to themself.
4gent> sorry sorry
4gent> but im serious
4gent> we need to get her to stop somehow
■Webmaster■> Sango has joined the chatroom.
Sango> What do you suggest
4gent> ..talk to her??
Sango> Then why message me. She's your roommate.
4gent> uh
4gent> cuz
4gent> itll work better if we both try
Sango> Fine. I'll talk to her next time she comes over.
4gent> fresh
4gent> thanks 3
Sango> Whatever.
■Webmaster■> Sango has left the chatroom.
■Webmaster■> 4gent has left the chatroom.
Now to wait until Eight was calm enough to be talked to. Four sighed and turned off the tv. Time for them to sleep, they suppose.
Eight sighs and rubs at her sore eyes, rolling over and fumbling for her phone.
■Webmaster■> 8ball has joined the chatroom
8ball> Hello Three
■Webmaster■> Sango has joined the chatroom.
Sango> Yo.
Sango> What do you need?
8ball> Can I come over
8ball> Tomorrow
Sango> Uhh
Sango> Yeah I'm free tomorrow. That's good
8ball> Thank you
Sango> No need to thank me, Eight
8ball> Sorry
Sango> Don't apologize either
8ball> ...
8ball> I love you
Sango> ....I love you too. Goodnight
8ball> Goodnight
■Webmaster■> Sango has left the chatroom.
■Webmaster■> 8ball has left the chatroom.
Blunt fingers mindlessly tap on a wooden desk, the Inkling thinking aloud.
"Hmm.. Maybe.. No, it'd upset her.." They mumble lowly, eyes narrowing. "I suppose I'll just.. Tell her..?" They groan and turn their lamp off, throwing themself into their bed. They'll worry about it tomorrow.
Eight nervously raps on the apartment door before clasping her hands together - a habit picked up from Marina - and rocking on her heels. A "Coming!" sounds from inside, raspy with sleep and Eight smiles to herself. Cod, was Three cute.
They open the door and yawn sleepily, wearing just a t-shirt they "borrowed" from Eight. Maybe shorts. Eight couldn't tell. She made a note to self to see later and had to repress a little smirk.
"..Hey. Come in." Eight nods and walks inside, making her way to the couch with the Inkling on her heels. As soon as they're both down on the couch she leans over and gently grabs their chin. They shudder as her well-trimmed claws gently dig into their soft skin and she covers their face in little kisses, lips soft and warm. Three internally curses themself for forgetting to put on some lip balm.
The next thing they know, sharp fangs graze their neck and they let out a shaky breath. Squit. They grab at Eight's shoulder and push her back gently, their breathing evening. She whines softly in frustration as she leans back, looking at them curiously.
"I need to talk to you about something." They sit up straight, clearing their throat.
"..Yes?" She tilts her head.
"Uh, Four texted me last night." Eight's eyes narrow. Three swallows thickly at the sight but quickly pushes those thoughts away. "You really need to stop biting. Do you, uh, know.. why? Why you bite, I mean."
"Well, I bite you because you li-" They quickly lean forward and put a hand over her mouth
"Not me. Four. Other things." Eight nods slowly.
"Hmm.. Uh.. I like having something in my mouth, I guess? Chewing things is.. Fun?" She speaks slowly, as if unsure. Three nods slowly. They know what to do.
"Hm. Just don't bite other inkfish, yeah?"
"What about you?" She grins. Tan flushes bright lime and suddenly Three is on their back.
Four yawns as they're awaken from their nap by knocking on the door, stumbling up from the oh-so-comfy sofa to answer it. They open the door and rub their eyes, looking around in confusion as theres a delivery Inkfish walking down the hall and a box at their feet. They shrug and carry it into the kitchen and set it down on the counter. They have to strain on their tiptoes to reach a knife from the cabinet but they reach it eventually, cutting (mostly) smoothly through the tape.
A note lays atop the abundant packaging;
"For Eight
-Sango"
Four snickered to themself at the doodle of an Inkling's swim form in the corner as they closed the box as best they could and brought it to their roommate's bedroom.
"Yo Eight! You got a package!" They call from outside their door, shifting their weight as they wait for the Octoling to open the door. Once she opens it they simply hand the box to her before padding back to the couch. What could they say? It was comfy as shell and they were tired.
Eight smiled at the note Three left inside, digging through the packaging to fish out a necklace. Why'd Three buy her a necklace..? She turned over the note, hoping for an answer.
"Instead of biting something, try chewing on this. Hope it helps."
Eight smiled and turned the necklace in her hand. It had a squishy yet firm piece tied on, shaped like a fang. She liked it, she decided. And not just because it was from her favorite Inkling. She nearly immediately put it on. It looked nice.
And Eight didn't bite her friends anymore.
