That causes her pause. She knew he was enthusiastic about the idea, but didn't think he would actually want to play it.
...could he play it...?
"Umm..." Well, there was really only one way to find out... Eight took her bucket and dropped a slot of ink on the floor. "If you're going to play Turf wars, you're going to have to be able to do this!" She then took a step onto the ink puddle and her body disappears into it. The surface of the puddle breaks to show that she's in there.
Her body then rises up from the ink, shakes it off and takes a step aside. "See what you can do. If you can do it, then you could play turf wars." Uh... "But be careful. If it doesn't work you're going to be jumping into floor."
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...could he play it...?
"Umm..." Well, there was really only one way to find out... Eight took her bucket and dropped a slot of ink on the floor. "If you're going to play Turf wars, you're going to have to be able to do this!" She then took a step onto the ink puddle and her body disappears into it. The surface of the puddle breaks to show that she's in there.
Her body then rises up from the ink, shakes it off and takes a step aside. "See what you can do. If you can do it, then you could play turf wars." Uh... "But be careful. If it doesn't work you're going to be jumping into floor."