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The rain kept tapping on the glass, producing faint ticking sounds. On a bed with blue sheets, Grina was staying with her back down: her hands were holding a device, which had a Directional Pad on the left and two buttons on the right. Other two buttons were on the console's shoulders.
Her eyes were seeing a female Inkling swinging a sword over Octopi-like monsters: one of them shoot a rock from the mouth. The perspective was from above, almost like a flying creature is watching the scene. Behind the female character, a door-shaped hole on the rock.
A rock hit the character: she was pushed behind, while blinking into a red tone. The girl snorted loudly.
"Barsy, are you sure that this is the only way to get the shield?" Her fingers kept pressing the buttons.
Bars' arms were on the bed, his head on his arms, his eyes on the small screen.
"Girl, like if I knew the cooler way, it'd have been easily the most funkiest strategy in the entire game!" His eyes fell on her right tentacle.
"The real funkiest strategy would be to get out of this dumpster…" Her right thumb fell down on the START button.
The screen faded into a scroll, which showed the sword: under it, a text saying "Wooden Sword - Lv. 1". At the bottom, an image of a crystal next to the number 29: between the two, a white "x".
"Yeah, I know that feeling…" Bars' head turned over the window. "The turfing rain won't stop coming, huh…"
"The weather forecast pretty much sealed us here, until this very afternoon." Her hands put the console on her stomach, with her head facing the ceiling. "Daaaaarrn! I'd rather sew a shirt made in wool, with a text saying I HATE RAIN, than seeing one more minute of rain!"
"Whoa, girl… like, sewing is too ancient for you. Even older than the game I brought with me." The boy stands up, with his hands on his back, stretching.
"But at least I get some ship in exchange… rather than playing this cranky jam!" Grina's back rose, with her right hand picking the game up.
"Girl, I told you zillion times…" His mouth downturned, his arms opened. "The beginning is like riding a turtle, but once you beat the first dungeon, stuff gets real!"
"But I'm in the same forest for at least half a hour, killing off those Octo-boneheads!" Her hand brought the game in front of Bars.
"Heh, yo would rather fight the real Octo-weirdos, wouldn't ya?!" His left hand picked the game.
"Sounds like awesomeness!" Grina smiled. "But I think that even the rain is a pain for them…"
"Yeah, girl…" His right hand scratches the back of his head, while he turns over the window. "Rain sucks more than homework…"
Grina looks over the window too.
"Certainly today would have been really awful…" She lowers her head, mumbling something.
"Huh? What's that now?" Bars' head turned over the girl.
"Nah, nothing that important to say…" She rose her head, with her mouth down and her eyebrows up.
"Girl, come on…" He smiles, shrugging. "What do yo think we can do, other than playing games from the past?"
Grina's eyes were on his face: she smiled faintly.
"Yeah, that sounds true…" Her head lowered right-down for a moment. "But it isn't really anything important to sneeze at…"
"So? Better than listening the air!" He grins.
Grina giggles.
"Alright, alright…" She shrugged gently. "I was thinking about Turf Wars, Barsy…"
"Ah…" He left his mouth open. "What about them?"
"Well… ever since I saw Hunry's special skill… we kept entering into the weirdest ship we ever saw!" Her eyes grew wider. "But if we had the luck to have the Turf War Station opened up, then we would really kick in the Professional League."
"Girl, like… didn't you say that fame and success weren't an interest anymore?" His right hand stood on his chin, while his left hand grasped the console even more.
"Yeah, that speech didn't change in the least!" She jumped out of the bed, kicking her feet in the air. "In fact, I wasn't even thinking about money!"
"Huh… then, you wanted to have fun?" His left hand brought the game in front of his face, as the right forefinger pushed a small lever, which made the screen go black. "Like, we would never stop kicking butt and laugh off!"
"Aside from that…" She walks closer to Bars. "We would get some real money and using it to help out Hunry."
"Aaaaah, I see now!" He nods multiple times. "Yeah, that would have been the real shine for Inkinators."
That word kept echoing inside Grina's ears: she nods once, slowly.
"Inkinators… the team who makes the ink fresh." Her smile grew. "Yeah… those were the times."
"Those were the… huh?" He tilts his head to the left, as his right eyebrow rose. "Like, girl… aren't we inside Inkinators?"
"More like inside a team who enslaved us!" She frowned a bit. "Just look around: does this remind you the freedom we had back in the day?!"
"Nah… not even close." He shakes his head, closing his eyes.
"Yep… Inkinators my butt! We are oppressed by those jerks! All our school careers disappeared, so we have no choice but to serve the government, without even complaining!" She frowned even more.
"Whoa, girl… like, didn't thought you were a conspirator that much." His palms showed, while his back tilted backwards a bit.
"What conspirator?! I said the truth!" She puffed her cheeks. "Those idiots really think to hold down the Inkinators… but their sorry brains can't predict Grina's genius."
Gradually, a grin formed her face.
"Yes… they truly can't!" Her grin reached her cheeks.
She jumped on the bed, landing with her feet which were wearing yellow socks. Her right forefinger pointed over the ceiling.
"They thought to have beaten down ME for good… ha! They will never expect the counter-plan I just genuinely came up with!" She laughed shortly.
"Ehm… girl…" A sweat drop formed on his head's left side, his mouth was open and downturned.
"You'll love this one, Barsy!" She instantly turned over him. "I'll talk with Tonna, about the Turf War Station being closed down…"
A music suddenly invaded the air: the girl turned once again, seeing a smartphone in the shape of a Squid: on its screen, the face of Mirii with her name under her. A red circle was located on the bottom-left, a green button was located on the bottom-right: both had the image of a handset.
Grina jumped from down the bed, walking over the smartphone: her right hand picked it up, as her right thumb pressed the green circle. The smartphone was brought over her right ear: the girl smiled widely.
"Heeeey there, Mirii!" Her eyelids lowered to the middle. "Are you getting bored of the baths?"
Grina, I'm not in the mood of your ridiculous antics…
"Eh eh! Those baths must have been worse than chamomile tea!" She throws herself on the bed, bouncing once. "You are sounding like a zombie!"
Bars bended down, with his arms stretching on his bed.
Grina, enough of your childish behavior! I have news you must listen carefully… and if you are with Bars, he must listen them too.
"Barsy is right next to me." Her head rests on her left hand, which stood on a pillow. "Do you want to tell us the fun you had with Hunry?" Her grin grew a lot, her eyes were even more squeezed.
WH-WHAT?! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!
Grina and Bars laughed loudly: the boy punched the bed, Grina kicked her legs.
Nnnggghhh! Grina, please… this is serious… it's about the Inkopolis Security Team's secret.
The two Inklings stood still: Grina's grin disappeared, while the rain seemed to increase.
Right now, I'm inside a car which is headed towards the Headquarters… Hunley is sitting right next to me and Tonna is sitting on the passenger seat: they are all listening this conversation through the Speakerphone mode. Active the Speakerphone mode too, Grina.
The girl looks at Bars: their eyes were expanded, their mouth were wide open.