[Thida grimaces at the slur, but the comments about weapons piques her interest. An anemone with a bucket? Was...he trying to play in Turf Wars? Could he?
Thida shoves the thought to the side as the new person works on the door, her mind working in overtime. So the Octo had a friend topside - one that he'd played in matches with before, today even. But how would an Octarian have gotten into a match, much less the lobby or the plaza, without being caught before now? It's all very suspect.]
...See? Yer friend came. Knew it.
[She's going to attempt to play it cool for now, though.]
the color's fine, don't worry :3
Thida shoves the thought to the side as the new person works on the door, her mind working in overtime. So the Octo had a friend topside - one that he'd played in matches with before, today even. But how would an Octarian have gotten into a match, much less the lobby or the plaza, without being caught before now? It's all very suspect.]
...See? Yer friend came. Knew it.
[She's going to attempt to play it cool for now, though.]