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The ocean was calm, and the sky was cloudy. Sarabi was in her quarters, hiding from the other Octonauts, when she heard a knock at the door. She got up to answer it.
"Ahoy," said Kwazii. "I know we didn't get off on the wrong foot, but I'm hoping we can work things out."
"Whatever," said Sarabi, going with him.
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Up in the Games Pod, Kwazii set up the table tennis game. Both of them picked up a paddle and began playing. Kwazii was surprised at how intense Sarabi was when she hit the ball.
"You must really like this game," said Kwazii.
"I like hitting the ball," said Sarabi.
Kwazii shrugged. Sarabi seemed like she had some pent-up anger the other day; maybe this was cathartic to her. Too cathartic, maybe; her aggression caused many instances of balls flying into the wall. "Okay, I think that's enough table tennis."
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Kwazii and Sarabi were now in the lab for another fun activity; trolling the Captain with very elaborate puns.
"Get in the box," said Kwazii.
"I still don't know why you want me to do this," said Shellington, getting in the box anyway.
"Shush, here he comes!" Sarabi closed the box as Captain Barnacles entered the room.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Captain, open this box." Sarabi instructed him.
Captain Barnacles gave them a weird look, but opened the box.
"…The only requirement to be an Octonaut is a diploma from either high school or secondary school." Shellington said sheepishly.
Captain Barnacles looked up. "Kwazii, why is Shellington in a box?"
"It's a FAQ-in-the-box."
Captain Barnacles was silent for a moment, then, with a defeated look, shook his head, sighed, and turned to exit. "You drive me up the damn wall sometimes…"
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Up in HQ, Kwazii and Sarabi were seated at opposite ends of the table for an arm wrestling match.
"Three, two, one, go." Lekona gave them their start and they began their arm wrestle. Because he was much bigger than Sarabi, Kwazii was staring to push her arm down. Sarabi gritted her teeth and squeezed his paw as hard as she could.
"Hey, matey, your claws are pretty sharp-"
Too late; Sarabi had him distracted just long enough to overpower him and win.
"That was sneaky," grumbled Kwazii as he freed his paw from Sarabi's grip.
"It's my secret weapon," said Sarabi. "It's how I beat that asshole Braden when he challenged me."
Kwazii smirked. "You're a funky little squirrel."
Sarabi shrugged. "You're cool too."
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I hope at least one of you remembers the "get in the box" thing from my Tumblr.
Also no, we're not shipping Kwazii and Sarabi because he's 25 and she's 18 and that's gross…and also Sarabi's lesbian so they're incompatible anyway.