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I also used a different writing style: can you tell me what do you think about it, please?
A flash passed throughout the buildings, followed by a loud sound. Multiple drops were falling from above, disappearing once they touched the windows. Another flash went by. From here, the buildings had this grey tone on their tips…
The leaves from the trees were all shaking, the roads had those large puddles: cars and motorcycle pass right on them, while keeping their paces. 3 Jellyfishes were dancing on the sidewalk: they all had their eyes closed in a smile.
From behind a window, a pair of large tentacles kept swinging in an almost slow rhythm. Two heels were shining on their backs and from the knees, a long black skirt was carefully covering the legs leaving just a small distance.
A light black work jacket felt like being glued on the body, following a nice slim line along the arms. A white shirt rebelliously rose from the jacket, as the rather large collar rests on her shoulders. The pair of rectangular glasses shined for a moment, hiding only the half of her eyes.
From her soft mouth, a sigh decorated the silent concert led by the small drops on the window. A ghostly turn to the left, as her head keeps failing in holding a high posture, forced to regain the lost position or else the wet road is going to hit.
Her feet were begging for freedom after each step: their lament sure reminded those pools capable of massaging the soul, restoring sweats and tears long dropped during the war she lives every day. Her stomach was getting sick of it. Even for that small refuel planned to receive very soon, once the eyes confirm the location.
The eyelids still slid off the grip. The mind was forming the most illogical conclusions, while making the legs stumble on the stairs. The right hand, smarter than it looks, grabs the rail nearby: its metal was cold and bully, making the eyelids hide above and the mind connecting more dots than before.
A scent penetrate through her nose, stretching her mouth wide and forming a warm smile. The shivers escape, as a bright neon light hugs the woman and invites her to approach the counter: it was guarded by multiple round tables, each had at least an adult male Inkling or an adult female Inkling.
What they were holding in their hands, was the best prize of the journey. They kept swinging it under their noses, making their smiles more bright than ever, even forgetting what those treasures were all about. Their presence was pressing on her throat, conditioning the mind to abandon all the good reasons: not even the eyes could oppose such power.
The legs were forced to work faster, even more if the urge was crushing her soul. The hands strike on the counter, screaming their orders to the old man Inkling behind it: eyes almost invisible, even when coupled with round glasses thicker than a regular window.
"Good morning, Tonniccina." His hand happily swings more and more on that clean glass, while the cloth was complaining. "My old heart is finally in peace, knowing your arrival."
"Yes, I was fearing my legs couldn't bring me this far…!" Her breath was coming out, too bossy for her mind to stop and punish.
"Oh… that sounds like one of those nights you have once every full moon!" The old man turns with a clank, as his rusty, too slim arms were jumping on that machine…
Her elbow fell defeated on the counter, her right hand ready to sustain the head filled with nothing but headaches and wishes.
"Unfortunately. I received the call of misfortune, just before I was shutting off my computer and my eyes…" Her hands kept caressing the eyes, full of red veins.
"Uh-huh." His right hand puts the plastic glass under the machine, without even glancing the small grate thirst and impatient.
The finger slips on that red button, making it seem an accident conceived by Lady Luck.
Turutu, tuuuuuuuu…
"My generation never told me about this kind of job… but my imagination does!" The clean glass was once again in his grasp.
With speed and strength, the glass was laid down in the only surviving gap between other similar ones: everyone would rose their heads once, trying to search for the rests of a loud mistake… before realizing the neat line between imminent disaster and real skill.
"Not even the imagination could guess the tortures I had to go through…" The eyes push the worried hands away, demanding to track the treasure down.
A brownish liquid was loudly pouring inside the small plastic, along with the newborn scent which the mind could recognize from 1000 of the same species.
"Eh eh! If someone could teach you how to see with just your eyes, even from the Cetacean age… I'd took those lessons since I was still sliding on the ground!" The hand grips the glass, ignoring the clear warnings coming from its sides.
It gently fell on the counter, followed by a sweet melody. Time blinked for a second, as her right hand already lifts the innocent glass. The mouth was capturing all that fugitive brown liquid, with the tongue forming a solid bridge: the cargo was going down the throat in a robotic rhythm, accompanied by noises thanking the skies.
An improvise throw on the right betrays the glass, making it fall down towards the oblivion along with other unfortunates. The tongue was singing happily, bending and twisting in its break dance.
"I see you are ready for this new fine day, Tonniccina." Honor and duty puffed his chest, as his mind gave him a medal.
"Yes!" Her smile was kicking away the semi-darkness, as her legs made her grow some inches. "No matter the storm or the snow: Tonna will always bring the sunshine to those in need!"
Her 180° turn generates a wind, which was yelling a battle cry. Solid steps were shaking the sleeping tables, her eyes could see all the microscopic details and her mind was compiling a strategic plan, long 28 pages! The old man's voice was blown from her imposing strength, letting his right hand waving back and forth, wishing to serve her again.