"You're an idiot." Came a voice from Inigo's feet. The octopus dissolved into a puddle before building upwards into a humanoid form. As it reaches Eight's height, the two large tentacles droop down to the side of the figure's face. As the black goo drips down from it's form, a familiar person would be staring Inigo down.

She's dripping black ink and has the most serious face he had ever seen. "Your dancing can change a person's life. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen." A hand raises to rub the tears from her eyes.

And whether he is prepared for it or not, she's going to give him the inkiest hug of his life.