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Beats were gradually invading the silent air: the sky assumed a darker tone, although it was still possible to see signs of orange. A breeze made Grina shiver her back, while her smile was still holding on her cheeks. Bars' eyes pointed slightly to the left, towards a group of trees: with his eyebrows down and his ears up, he tilts left and right in small movements.
"Like, is there the party?" His right forefinger points towards the trees, with the finger's tip almost reaching Grina's nose.
The girl's neck tilts a bit backwards, as a snort left her closed mouth: she turns over the boy to the right, with her eyelids to the middle and her lips turning down a bit.
"Getting a little impatient, huh?" Her right hand moves closer to Bars' left shoulder, which twists at 180° and waves slightly up and down. "You have to contain your enthusiasm, big boy: why don't you enjoy the fresh air before letting all your energy out of your Ink Tank?"
"Girl, they are already partying with the speakers blasting the eardrums!" Retreating his right hand, both his hands are moving up and down with his arms bended at least 45°.
His eyebrows turn up, as another breeze passed over the Inklings in the opposite direction. The beats' volume was almost matching their voices' volume, as their eardrums started dancing by following the rhythm.
"Do you remember what I said about the cops?" The boy turns to his right, facing a building with iron balconies behind the large windows.
In front of the building, the small brick wall which was extending to the sides, above a stone wall which had graffiti depicting Inklings doing grimaces.
"Like, this music could boom out the police from other cities! They are going to get here with the handcuffs, in less than 5 seconds!" Bars' head returns looking at Grina, which right eyebrow was up and arms down.
"Cops never stopped a Fresh Park party."
The sunglasses-wearing boy was standing still, staring at the two Inklings with his face tilting up a bit and arms folded.
"They pass near the park with their old school cars, munching donuts and watching us getting Squid-crazy with the music dominating our voices." He returns behind, with his shoulders pointing at Grina, same for his face. "Besides, our parties are 1 hour bursts of pure fun: cops ain't belly hopping over the party without a law protecting their butts."
"Then, why getting so scared?" Grina rose her shoulders, shaking her head and grinning over Bars, while her feet were standing still. "It's just a laugh lasting for 1 hour, then we return all basic and Squid back home." Her right eye winks over Bars.
The boy rose his head, with his irises staring at the sky which darker tone conquered more orange parts.
"Hmm…" His right forefinger scratches his forehead. "Well, the music doesn't sound copyrightly awesome…"
"We got a DJ in the team." The sunglasses boy resume his walk. "He's the one composing music and managing the sound systems."
"Aaaah, composing music!" Grina's hands clasped, as her eyes sparkled and her smiling mouth was wide open, with her feet walking on tiptoes. "When I was a child, I so wanted to share some music hits! Too bad I was stuck playing wooden piano…"
Her mouth downturned, her eyebrows went a bit down, as a loud sniff came out from her nose. Her eyes look up, as her right upside down hand moved up and down.
"Not even much playing piano, because it all happened before I got my acting career, so I didn't even had the time to"
Suddenly her hands covered her mouth, with her eyes almost popping out and her cheeks puffed. The sunglasses boy stops, with his hands inside his pocket.
"… acting career?" He turns behind, with his mouth flattened. "Did you just cough that?"
"Nononono, you got it all wrong!" Her hands moved left and right in opposite direction, as her head shakes violently and sweat jumps out from her forehead. "I said splatting career! You know I-I'm into hardcore, ground-inking action!" She grins, with her eyes closed and her heart beating faster.
The boy in front of the girl… didn't changed expression at all. Sweat was dropping all over Grina's face, as small trembles dominated the girl.
"What was your name again?" His arms went down, his back bended a bit forward.
"My name!" She jumped, with her limbs stretching downward and her eyes expanded. "My name… my name is Eskalamatos the First!" Her irises shrunk.
"Wh-what did you said?!" His sunglasses went a bit down, as his right forefinger pushes them up from the the middle.
"Yeah, that's my name!" She grins, with her hands on her hips, still with a sweatfall coming from her forehead. "It's Esk… Eskala… just Eska for the youth!" She chuckles, then she swallows silently.
"… I don't know why, but your voice is just taking me back to the past…" His mouth was left open, as his hands retreats back inside his pockets.
"R-really?" Her irises were moving left and right, as her left forefinger was twirling over her left tentacle.
"Ever since you said acting career, your voice is really reminding me of Greta Inkolina."
Grina's knees lowered, her eyebrows skyrocketed to her forehead, her irises were as big as little dots.
"I thought you were her for a moment… but who I'm kidding?" He turns behind, with his head down, as he sighs. "It would be easier wishing to meet the Squid Sisters during a Turf War match." He starts walking. "Or even wishing for the station to open at all…"
Grina's mouth just downturns, as she resumes her walking. Bars starts walking too, moving closely to the girl.
"Hey, what's up with the sad face?" Her head tilts to her right. "You got all splatted down, just because I'm not this Greta?"
His fists clenched: he turns behind, with his eyebrows down, staring down at the girl.
"The matter has more depth than that, whatever your name is!" He opens his arms. "Do you have any idea who Greta Inkolina is?!"
"Hey, hey…!" Her hands waved back and forth, as her eyes expanded. "Easy there, sunglasses! Rockenberg doesn't like mad Squids"
"They would get even more saltier than me about this!" He grits his teeth. "Greta Inkolina made my afternoons when I wasn't ready to wear basic stuff! In fact I regularly went to the Ink, Turf, Splat! Fan Club more than any Fresh Burgers stand! It was located right in this park."
Grina's jaw dropped. A male, humanoid shrimp wearing glasses was walking on the grass, in the opposite direction, with his head pointed at the two Inklings.
"There I watched the episodes with my new friends, who were all huge fans like me. When the show was done and Greta Inkolina got out of her acting career, we didn't want to close down the fan club for inactivity…" His hands lowered, as his feet walked to the left for a bit. "That was the moment, when we decided to change it to the Fresh Park gang, which still follows the friendship theme from the series." He smiles, as he turns over Grina.
"Whoa, like…" Bars moves his hands up and down. "Talk about doing the impact: without it, the park would get all pigeons and standard!"
"Exactly." With his head lowered, the boy pushed his sunglasses upwards. "Without Greta and her show, I would get stuck on Squid Jump until college." Raising his head back to normal level, he walks to the right a little. "You don't have any idea how much ink we all cried, when we heard that Greta dropped everything…" His right forefinger passed below his nose. "Still to this day, we all celebrate the day the fan club was formed, by watching a marathon of all the episodes back in the same Pirate House where"
"You have a Pirate House?!" Grina's legs went far and bended. Her back was bending forward, her mouth was wide open.
"We all build it together, with the help of our parents of course." He smiles. "Wasn't an epic treasure hunt moment, but we got lots of friendship action. Also, that was the time when we learned how hard work truly rewards your efforts… just as what Greta said in episode 10."
Grina's eyes were getting a bit watery. The boy resume his walk, as he sighs again.
"We actually wanted to visit the studios to meet Greta and the others… it was too expensive, unfortunately. Instead, we used our Pirate House to sail towards new islands, exploring them and get back with a collection of leaves and rocks… yeah, I know you are going to say how childish it was."
His head turns behind, seeing the two Inklings walking behind him.
"In front of the others' eyes, those treasures were a pile of junk… but in front of our eyes? Teamwork's fruits." He nods. "That was the moment when I truly started to share my old videogames with the others."
Grina's eyes blinked: she looks down-left for a moment, with her eyebrows up. Her irises pointed at the sunglasses boy, as her forefingers twiddled together.
"Speaking of Greta… there is something"
A left hand rests on her right shoulder: the girl turns her head over the right, seeing Bars' face. His head shakes slowly, his eyes closed. Grina's mouth was left open: she grits her teeth, as her mouth and nose were breathing for a moment.