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"Grina..." Mirii's left cheek twitched. "Don't tell me Mr. Surfeln"
"Yeah, he's my dad." She nods, smiling a bit, while walking in front of the Inklings: she opens her arms a bit. "When I was acting here, I'd see him every day during the breaks."
"Girl, like what about your mother?" Bars scratches the bottom part of his head. "Is she a famous actress as well?!"
Grina giggles a bit.
"Naaah! My mom doesn't work actually: ever since she met my daddy, she quitted her career as a pro Turf War player." Her hands were standing on her hips, as her head was down. "Unfortunately, she never got past the A- rank…" She rose her head back, while grinning and closing her eyes. "I guess you could say, she improved as much as she could."
"Well, like staying in A- isn't that bad at all!" Bars smiles, walking closer to Grina. "You can get some nice money around that rank…"
"In recent days, it's not enough." Mirii rose her head a bit. "In order to possess enough money to pay taxes, food, oil and etc, you need to stay around the S rank." She lowers her head, closing her eyes. "But even then, in order to become rich with Turf War matches, you must compete in tournaments held in key arenas."
The metallic door opens: Mike turns behind, walking backwards at the same time. Mirii lifts back her head, opening her eyes: an Inkling man wearing a dark blue jacket, white shirt, dark blue tie and pants, with a pair of black shoes was standing in front of Grina. He was smiling widely.
"Greta?! I-I can't believe this!" He opens his arms. "Give your daddy some nice hug now, will ya?!"
The girl smiles a bit, walking in front of him, as her dad's arms wrapped around her back: his right hand petted her back.
"I didn't thought Squidsmas was coming this soon already!" He kisses her on her left cheek, two times. "I didn't even had the time to build up the Squidsmas tree!"
Mirii giggles a bit, as her right hand covered her mouth. The man tilts backwards, as his eyes were right on Grina's ones: her head was a bit down.
"But why are you here, my dear daughter? Didn't you said to despise this place?" He rose his eyebrows a bit, still keeping his smile.
"Well… I still do, dad." Grina turns her head down-right, frowning a bit. "In fact, I'm not here to resume my career.
"No?!" His opened mouth downturned. "Not even after that dialogue we had the previous Squidsmas?"
"That long speech almost made me jump out of the window." Grina looks at him, frowning more and puffing her cheeks. "I told you countless of times"
"I know, I know!" He shakes his head, while closing his eyes. "Acting is a hard job… and you didn't like the idea of constantly traveling around the world or following specifically the diet…"
He looks down, seeing her stomach.
"As I suspected… you are getting out of shape." He sighs.
"What THAT has to do with you?!" Grina walks backwards, folding her arms. "I still get to move around a lot, you know! At least I can get to eat some sweet food, instead of a collection of bushes!"
"Don't say things like that…!" His irises turned left and right, as sweat jumps out from his forehead. "You know I'm talking for you own good!" He sniffs loudly. "Ever since you refused to keep your job after your 14th birthday, I-I was getting so worried about your future…"
"Pfff!" Grina shakes her head, while smiling, closing her eyes and lowering her eyebrows. "You shouldn't underestimate the great Greta, you know!" She bends forward, while her right forefinger points diagonally up, her left wrist stands on her left hip, as only her right eye opened. "In fact, I didn't come here all alone: those two Inklings near me are my friends!"
Her left palm points at Bars and Mirii, which both smiled. She retreats her left hand, now pulling her left tentacle back.
"Speaking of my friends… well, that's the true reason why I returned." Her head turns over Mirii. "How about you explain the situation, Miss Perfection? I'm sure daddy can understand."
"Me?!" Mirii's eyes expanded a bit, as her right forefinger points at herself and her mouth was left open.
"Yeah, you. Aren't you the one who kept insisting to come here at all costs?" Grina bends forward, with her wrists on her hips. "Now you got what you wanted: use this occasion as much as you can."
"Is she my fan…?" Mr. Surfeln's left forefinger points down at Mirii.
"N-no! Th-that's not the reason!" Mirii blushes a lot, as her mouth was wavy and sweat formed on her forehead. "I-I'm here because…" She took a deep breath: she rose her head a little. "I'm here because I must talk with a boy named Hun."
"Hun…" The man kept looking at the girl. "… is your name Mirii?"
"WHAT?!" Her eyes almost pop out. "HOW IN THE WORLD YOU DISCOVERED MY NAME?!"
"Ha ha!" Mr. Surfeln closes his eyes, while his right hand entered inside his right pocket. "Why, because Hun talked about you quite a lot!"
Her mouth immediately expanded, as no air was passing through. Her heart was suddenly beating really fast, her face became bright red, her irises completely disappeared as she could feel only her head which smokes were coming out from the top of her head.
She was starting to stumble back and forth: she starts falling backwards, only to land on Bars' right arm.
"Whoa, whoa! Like, are you alright girl?!" Bars' eyes were wide, as his eyebrows skyrocketed to his forehead.
"… Hunley…" Her mouth barely moved.
"Oops…" Grina's eyes were closed as a sweat drop forms on her head's left side. "Daddy, you kinda gave her too much emotions with that phrase."
"Huh…" The man bends forward, with his right hand rubbing his chin. "I have never seen such reaction. Your friend can display her own emotions so well…"
"… huh?" Grina rose her right eyebrow.
"Wow! Just incredible!" He hits his left palm with his right fist, as he was smiling widely. "I would have never thought this Mirii has the potentials to become a prodigy of acting! No wait, not even a prodigy… A TRUE LEGEND!"
"WHAT?!" Grina tilts backwards while frowning a bit, with her irises shrunk and her left cheek twitching a bit. "Bu-but I thought to be the true prodigy of acting!" Her fingers rest on her chest, while bending forward.
Mr. Surfeln grabs Mirii's right hand, pulling her gently: his left hand stood on her back, as his right hand still holds her right one. Together, they walk towards the open door.
"Acting isn't just saying some words on a script… it's very important to show your emotions as well as you are doing!" They both entered inside the facility. "Please Mike, close the doors! Don't let anyone enter inside!"
"WAIT A MINUTE, DAD!" Grina sprints, with her right arm stretched forward.
The door was slowly moving away from the two walking Inklings.
CLANK!
"Let me tell you something, Mirii." Mr. Surfeln closes his eyes for a moment, while smiling widely. "Aside from being the TV host of this program, I'm also responsible for additions such as new people to introduce in the show."
"Uh?" Mirii's irises returned, as her eyes blinked. "Wh-what…?"
Her irises turned to the right, seeing spotlights pointing towards the ground. Turning to the left, Mirii saw plenty of seats which were extending to the right. Looking ahead, there were several Inklings around as different words were flying around them.
Mirii jumps forward, turning behind.
"Stop this for a moment, Mr. Surfeln!" The girl bends forward, frowning a bit. "You must explain exactly the situation…"
"With pleasure!" He opens his arms, while shrugging. "As I was saying before, you seem to possess a talent for manifesting your emotions."
"False!" Her right hand moves from her left to her right. "Emotions are for the weak." She rose her head, folding her arms. "I have reached high degrees of perfection, which allows me to"
"Mirii!"
The girl jumped, as she was blushing a lot: jerkily, she turns behind. Her irises shrunk.
"Hunley?!" Her arms were stretching downwards.
Hun nods, while widely smiling.
"That's so great to see you!" He closes his eyes, while blushing a bit. "Are you here to watch this show?"
"Aaaaaa…" Her right cheek twitched, as sweat kept dropping from her forehead, crossing all her face. "I… I-I"
"I have good news for you, Hun!" Mr. Surfeln steps in front of Mirii, as his arms opened upwards, bending backwards a bit and closing his eyes. "I just had a nice conversation with the girl you kept talking about: I saw so many potential elements in her personality, that I got a genius idea for this very show!"
"Really?" Hun left his mouth open.
"Yes!" He grins, still with his eyes closed, as his right thumb points his chest. "Talented people can't hide from my sharp observations!"
He moves to the right, as his opened palms were pointing at Mirii: her face didn't change at all.
"As you can see, Mirii just finished doing her emotional impressions!" His head turns over the girl.
"… wait…" Her word was covered by the words coming from the group ahead. "… I don't have emotions…"
"Amazing!" His right forefinger stood under his chin, his right thumb rests on his right cheek, while a grin shows up. "Just admire the brilliance of her acting! Look at her tentacles swinging smoothly, accompanying her shy words…"
"Wow!" Hun's open mouth smiled. "Who would have ever thought that Mirii was this good?!"
"That's wwwhhhyyyyy" He slides to the right, with his arms open. "I want to include her in the newest show: From rags to riches!"
"Great!" Hun rose his right thumb. "But, what is she going to do…?"
"Personal cheerleader!" The man chuckles, while rubbing his own hands. "She's going to give you encouragement phrases by showing up all her positive emotions!"
"W-wait…" Hun blushes a lot. "Is she going to praise me…?"
"Not just that!" His right forefinger tilts left and right quickly. "She will also dance for you, sing for you… and sometimes, she might even help you in certain challenges!"
"Oooooh…" Hun's mouth stood open.
"W-WAIT, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!"
Hun turns over Mirii: her eyebrows were up, but her face was bright red and sweat was still all over her head.
"I-I never had any cheerleading experiences in my whole life!" She trembles, as her hands grabbed both her tentacles. "I-I cannot do this role"
"But Mirii dear…!" He shakes his head, while shrugging and opening his arms. "You still didn't understand the situation you are having in your hands?!"
Mirii sealed her mouth for a moment.
"This show isn't just a mere pastime…" He bends down, with his right fist in front of him.
He jumps up, opening his arms wide and smiling.
"THIS IS THE OCCASION OF YOUR LIVES!"
"Occasion of our lives…?" Mirii's irises were reflecting the man's face.
"Absolutely!" His right hand entered inside his right pocket. "Since this show is brand new, millions of spectators are going to watch your performance! That's where your popularity level will increase…!"
He rubs his own hands.
"The more popular you become, the more willing are the sponsors or other television broadcasts to pay you with a lot of money! Thanks to them, you have more possibilities to increase your popularity level until you reach the perfect rank: worldwide fame! Imagine all the movies you two will appear in… the slogans where you promote the best products… the fantastic villas and holidays you'll pass together!"
Suddenly, Mirii's eyes were losing focus…
She was seeing her feet down, which were wearing sandals. They were staying on fresh grass: raising her sight, she spotted a large villa sitting around some nice trees. A red sport car was resting in front of a tall, marble staircase.
"Excuse me, mademoiselle…"
Mirii turns over an Inkling man, wearing a tuxedo and whitish mustaches.
"I just wanted to warn you that your worldwide speech will begin in 30 minutes. I believe you called it Perfectionism: the future of Inkopolis."
Mirii rose her head a bit.
"Thank you for the message. I hope there isn't any technical problems, in my conference room."
"The Inknet connection of 900 Gigabytes is stable and functional, the universal camera is rightly connected to all the most famous television broadcasts and the 20 language translators are all waiting inside the room." He lifts his posture, with his hands on his back.
"Excellent work." Mirii smiles. "Now, please send my congratulations to the spa team: the newest structure truly supports the wise waters offered by the Shrine staff themselves."
She was wearing a bathrobe decorated with flowers.
"It would be my pleasure, mademoiselle…" He bows down once, as he turns behind and walks towards a large building surrounded by bushes with flowers popping out from them.
Mirii turns behind: Hun was leaning on the sport car, wearing a golf suit and a green hat. On his right shoulder, a sack full of golf clubs. The girl walks over him, as her eyes closed and her head tilts to the right.
"Welcome back, Huney." She was clasping her hands down. "Did you enjoy our personal golf course?"
"As usual, my little flower." His hands gently rests on her arms. "Golf indeed makes me enjoy the nice air we have in this amazing place…"
"I chose only the best for us." Mirii's head leans on Hun's body, as her eyes were closed. "The mountains have the freshest of the air, as well as the most amount of flower scents caressing the souls…"
Mirii sighs loudly.
"Oh Huney… true perfection is something so beautiful… being the most important Squids in the world, surely can't be the mere works of an utopian dream… …"
Mirii's focus returned in front of Hun: he was smiling.
"… I have realized something…" Mirii smiles, as her cheeks blushed a bit. "Maybe this show is truly an occasion for us…" She turns over Mr. Surfeln. "My most important objective is to stay with Hunley... at the same time, my fame could help me explain the fine art of Perfection… … emotions might be for the weak, but if they are used just as a simulation, that would actually be considered a form of Perfectionism."
Mirii nods in front of Mr. Surfeln: he turns behind, as he opens his arms.
"Please, everyone! Come and see the newest addition of the team: Mirii!"