"You don't have to worry so much, I'm fine," Anasia protested, her strength returning to her. Tonyo fussed over her hospital bed, insisting that she take painkillers, or at least a crabby cake.
"I'm not hungry," she complained.
"You've been saying that all week. Now eat up." he handed her a beautifully crafted Crabby cake, and she was tempted into compliance. She ate slowly for effect, but her stomach asked for her to eat faster, and by the end of it she was plowing through a third one.
She had dropped the titles 'miss Spynu' and 'Blacklight'. Even if she had recovered from the ordeals they had faced, she would still never be able to have the movement she had before, and by now everyone knew who she really was.
Equally, Tonyo had dropped the title of 'Starnight'. He had said that Amnina and Blur wanted to take over, and that there were only two suits and headsets; but Anasia figured it was just his excuse for wanting to stay with her while she recovered.
"So, the splatfest," he asked, in a casual tone. "Which team are you for?"
"Blueberries," Anasia replied. "Why do you ask?"
"Callie and Marie want us to sing for the splatfest since their voices are still recovering. Do you think you're up to it?" He inquired, a worried expression on his face.
"Of course," she answered, smiling. "But Blueberries are gonna win, hands down."
"Are not," Tonyo protested. "Bananas are already winning the popularity poll." He looked outside at the long line of inklings hoping for a splatfest tee. The blueberries were getting served immediately.
"You'll see," Anasia countered. "Remember; the battles count for quadruple the popularity. We'll kick your arses." she laughed. "After I find my tan boots, that is." Tonyo quickly handed them to her, and together they headed for the trucks carrying the splatfest materials.
Markie was watching from the cupboards, and once they left, he went right to his sister and told her what happened.
"I knew it," she exclaimed, smiling to herself. "they are interested in each other!"
Markie cocked his head and asked his sister what she meant.
She looked down at the boy. He would probably grow to be a celebrity one day. Stopping a war simply by poking someone? It was preposterous, but he had done it. For a moment, she figured he had earned it, but decided against the notion.
"You'll know when you're older, little guy," she said, smiling cheekily before following Blur towards the base. Markie was left alone.
"Silly Sis," he muttered to himself. "I already know what you think of that Blur kid." He looked at his pants pocket, and inconspicuously reread the love letter which was obviously intended for his sister from Blur.
"Inklings are weird," Markie thought to himself, and walked outside to go and choose a Splatfest team to cheer for. After all, he had already made some good friends during the fight. Now, he wasn't afraid to be himself.