At the protest Eight propped half her body at the edge of the pool of ink with the other half semi-submerged. "Aw... don't be too worried, it comes right out!" She grinned, but fine fine, she won't be too much of a tease.
"So, without the ink tank, I can only depend on the ink I produce. But with the ink tank I can fill it up with the extra ink and use as much as I want!" The rest of her body sinks in and she sloshes around again, only to propel herself up into a somersault black flip, landing so close to Gen he could swear some of the viscous liquid got all over him. She's honoring his wishes though, and is... fairly certain the maneuver was safe.
She wasn't done, though and flipped it around for him to see. "This is a combat model too, see?" She pointed to the little circle on the bottom. "You can hook in some straps down here and use it to hold a small carry bag. So on the next mission, I can bring tools and medical supplies with me."
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"So, without the ink tank, I can only depend on the ink I produce. But with the ink tank I can fill it up with the extra ink and use as much as I want!" The rest of her body sinks in and she sloshes around again, only to propel herself up into a somersault black flip, landing so close to Gen he could swear some of the viscous liquid got all over him. She's honoring his wishes though, and is... fairly certain the maneuver was safe.
She wasn't done, though and flipped it around for him to see. "This is a combat model too, see?" She pointed to the little circle on the bottom. "You can hook in some straps down here and use it to hold a small carry bag. So on the next mission, I can bring tools and medical supplies with me."