Assisted Plummeting

"So…. Mind telling me why we are up here again?"
"I thought we're here to get that gun back, right?"
"….oh dear."

Two inklings were currently on the roof of a building, looking down at the height they are currently on. One was wearing a Gas Mask, a Vintage Check Shirt and a pair of Crazy Arrows shoes, while the other was wearing a Squidvader Cap, a Black Polo collar shirt and a pair of Punk Cherries boots. Both have tentacles a shade of dark blue, but while the former had a solid color in his tentacles, the latter's tentacles ended in a gradual gradient into a shade of dark green. The former's eyes were a shade of cyan while the latter had simpler brown eyes.

The former inkling is currently on the absolute edge of the building in question and staring down at the sharp drop, while the latter is standing at a safe distance with a thoroughly exasperated expression on his face.
"Look man," the gas-masked inkling said, "I dunno why you've got a problem with this plan, this'll totally work! I've had worse experiences during some of my matches!"
"Cobalt, you do realize we could've just gotten a ladder and get the gun back that way, right? This feels like an awfully roundabout way of doing things…"

The inkling named Cobalt raised his arms above his head, laughing as he did so. "Seriously, Chris? What's the fun of that? Besides, it's a jellyfish neighbourhood round here, all the ladders that the lads here would likely have are too inconvenient for us to use! Besides, I thought you'd want to get it over with so we can practice for the upcoming Splatfest next week?"
The other inkling now properly introduced as Chris simply rubbed his temples in frustration. "Ugggh…. You got a point. Okay then…."

Chris took off a backpack strapped to his back, and then withdrew from it an ink tank and a Dual Squelcher. Setting the backpack aside a nearby wall, the inkling then attached the ink tank to his back, the device giving off a slight hiss as his ink began to fill the tank. Chris then stepped forward towards the edge of the building next to Cobalt, pointing his Dual Squelcher at the wall of another building a few meters away from their location.

"Look man, if you got any second thoughts about this…." Chris said, looking at Cobalt with a raised eyebrow.
"You've known me for how long?" Cobalt laughed, "When had I ever had second thoughts about brilliant plans? Just do it, I'll meet you downstairs."
"Right. 'Brilliant'."

Taking aim, Chris squeezed the trigger, firing a small three-second burst of ink from his gun. The projectile arced slightly in the air, and then impacted the wall he was aiming at, the substance beginning to ooze slowly downwards.

"Cheers Chris!" Cobalt then vaulted off the edge of the building right after the stream of ink, shifting into squid form in the process.

"I REGRET NOTHIIIIIIIiiiiing..."

"Welp. Here we go again." Chris groaned, then making a dash for the stairs, grabbing his backpack in the process.

Cobalt impacted the ink head on, immersing himself into it. A moment afterwards, a pair of eyes peeked out of the ink, looking downwards.

"Right then," he said to himself, "That's that. Now…."

Slowly but surely, he followed the trail of ink oozing down the side of the building, a pair of googly eyes marking his process. Eventually he stopped right as the ink trail terminated.
Looking down, he noticed there was still quite a distance downward, at least 7 stories high. Cobalt's eyes scrunched up with worry. While 7 stories isn't a lethal drop to an Inkling, it is most certainly going to hurt.

"Nuts. Now what do I-" Cobalt suddenly spotted an oak tree that grew at least three stories high, planted in the middle of the two buildings.
"Ah, there it is. Alright!"
Cobalt shifted right back into kid form, then in the split second before gravity took effect he planted his shoes at the wall he was on, and launched himself right into the oak's branches.

Suffice to say, it was a lot rougher than he expected.

"Ow! Oof! Argh! Eeyow! Agh! Ergh! Owie…."

The oak visibly shook as the inkling tumbled through its branches, eventually with one final thump Cobalt tumbled out of the very last branch and fell into another patch of ink right where he was landing, followed by a mass of falling yellow leaves that scattered all around him.
Looking up while still lying down, Cobalt saw Chris, visibly out of breath but with his Dual Squelcher pointed at where Cobalt just landed.

"Whew…..if…I…hadn't….gotten…there…a…few…seconds…later…" Chris said, his words coming out between ragged breaths, "You…be…a…squid…pancake." His legs gave way, and he toppled over. "Did…you get the… gun?"

The oak gave one last shudder, and a Splattershot Jr tumbled right out of the branches, landing right on Cobalt's head. With a groan, Cobalt picked up the gun.
"Yep!" He replied, raising the gun. "See, toldya it would work!" Chris only responded with an amused grin.

"MY GUN!" A voice of a female child cried out. A small inkling child of a purplish complexion ran towards the duo. Noticeably not at least 14 years of age, her form was a strange mix of squid and kid, and she was at least three-quarters the height of the boys. "Oh, you guys found it! Thanks!"

"Anytime, man." Cobalt said, leaping up from his position as if he didn't take a large tumble earlier, and handed the Splattershot Jr to the girl. "Next time, try not to carelessly toss possessions where they could get stuck in high places, capiche?"

"Mmhmm!" the little girl replied, shaking Cobalt's hand, then Chris's hand. "I gotta go back now, thanks again!" She ran off in a random direction, humming audibly as she went along.

"Well, that's our good deed done for the day." Cobalt reached out a hand towards Chris, and he happily accepted it, getting up while still particularly winded. "You ready for practice yet, Chris?"
"I'm already set." He replied. "I don't see your Neo Sploosh-O-Matic though. Where'd you…?"
"Awh crap!" Cobalt exclaimed, his eyes widening through his mask, "I left my gun up on the roof of the building! Gimme a moment!" He dashed right into the apartment buildings, a clunk sounding as he knocked over an umbrella stand along the way.

Chris sighed. Today is going to be a long day.