Once they'd all claimed their bunks, the boys in Cabin B found their lockers and began unpacking. Inkling Boy found his situated between Popo's and Lucas'. He started to organize his clothes while Toon Link, on the other side of Lucas, was telling them all about the adventures he'd had since the last tournament. Inkling Boy was hardly invested in the story, however. He was unpacking very carefully and making sure no one would catch a glimpse of the package of diapers that sat in the bottom of his bag. Invested in his work, Inkling Boy was caught by surprise when he heard his name.
"Hey, you're Inkling Boy, right?" Popo asked from the locker next to him.
"Yeah, and you're…" he stalled for a second, tempted to just call him Ice Climber, before continuing, "...Popo, right?"
"Yup," Popo said, proud he got his name in the end.
Inkling Boy reached out and shook the boys hand. "Sorry I forgot to introduce myself," he said with a grin. "With all the excitement it must have slipped past me."
"We introduced ourselves to Inkling Girl earlier, she said we can call her Orange" Toon Link butted in. "I think you were out changing you pants."
Inkling Boy froze, the shirt he was holding slowly slipped out of his hand and onto the floor. He looked up and saw all eyes on him, sans the oblivious Toon Link. The other boys anxiously went back to what they were doing, pretending like nothing had happened.
"Look, I don't need your pity!" Inkling Boy proclaimed in anger.
"Inkling…" Pit started.
"What? There's nothing to be ashamed of! It's ink, it makes up my entire body and releases when I sense danger! Between Ganondorf, Bowser, Ridley, and all the rest of the villains, of course my fight or flight response would trigger!"
Everyone was staring at him with a look of concern. He pressed on, "It's how we fight where I'm from! By the end of this all of you will be covered by ink from me or Orange, so get used to it!"
Everyone's concern shifted, turning slightly disgusted. Inkling Boy kept rolling,"What? Ink is clean, it's not pee! You think I just peed my pants in front of everyone like a hopeless baby?"
He looked around. Everyone was still staring at him silently except for Lucas, who had his head buried in his locker. Inkling Boy heard the blonde boy give out a small sniffle and realized he was crying. "And you," he said, directing his anger toward Lucas, "if you can't handle a little yelling then you'll never survive on the battlefield!"
"That's enough!" Pit interjected, his sense of justice superseding his natural bashfulness. "You're not the only one here with trouble keeping dry, you know!"
"I don't have trouble…!" Inkling Boy started, angrily, before the realization dawned on him. "Trouble keeping dry?"
"Pit, please," Popo said from behind Inkling Boy.
"It's alright," Pit said. "I wont speak for anybody in particular but he's going to find out eventually. Inkling, everyone in this cabin has had some trouble keeping their bed dry."
"So I've been put in...the bedwetters cabin?" Inkling Boy asked, the realization now making him feel as bad as Lucas.
"Not necessarily," Pit said. "But the other, more reliably dry boys prefer to stay in Cabin A with less supervision."
Nobody said anything for a bit, Inkling Boy was processing the fact that he'd been officially labeled "a bedwetter." From behind him, Popo broke the silence, "I think you should apologize to Lucas."
"It's okay," Lucas blurted out. "Ness wanted me to warn him but…" he trailed off.
"Look, I'm sorry," Inkling Boy said. "I shouldn't have gotten so mad. But wetting the bed is one thing, I just want you guys to know I didn't pee my pants like some toddler."
"Well I did!" Lucas shouted, standing up and facing down Inkling Boy, tears in his eyes. "You can sit there high and mighty with ink in your underwear but it doesn't change the fact that wet pants are wet pants!"
Inkling Boy was shocked by Lucas' sudden outburst and confession, he starred back into Lucas' eyes and couldn't think of anything to say. Lucas stormed off and into the room's communal bathroom, slamming the door behind.
"Lucas! I'm sorry!" Inkling Boy called to him, stepping toward the bathroom.
"Let him be for now," Pit said, scarred one of the boys might slip up again and escalate tempers even higher.
"I didn't know…" Inkling Boy said, ashamed at how brash he had gotten.
The boys stood around awkwardly for a minute. Toon Link broke the silence, "By the way, I'm Toon Link," he said, seemingly ignoring everything that had happened since Popo had introduced himself and set off this chain of events.
"Huh?" Inkling Boy said, not expecting the non-sequitur. "Oh right, I'm Inkling Boy but my friends call me Blue."
"Can we call you Blue?" Popo asked from behind him.
This request caught Inkling Boy by surprise, he thought they'd be mad at him for upsetting Lucas. He turned and smiled at Popo. "Of course," he replied.
Between inking his pants and being a bedwetter, Blue was sure the other fighters would make fun of him when he arrived. He could finally breathe easy, however, since he knew he wasn't alone. He went back to unpacking his bag, now much less worried about someone accidentally getting a glimpse of his diapers. He looked at Lucas' abandoned locker next to him and sighed. He owed Lucas an apology when he got back.