A/N: the top pic is what Dulies looks like, I don't own the art but It's what I could best find what he looks like tho he does have blue eyes, I don't own the Splatoon manga or any characters, Just Kensa and her teammates.
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𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 [𝕙ā𝕥]
𝕍𝔼ℝ𝔹 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 (𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖). "𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙
𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣" · [𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖] 𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕪𝕞𝕤: 𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖 · 𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 · 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕝𝕪 · 𝕒𝕓𝕙𝕠𝕣 · 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 · 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕤𝕖 · 𝕖𝕩𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖 · [𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖] ℕ𝕆𝕌ℕ 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖. "𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖
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Kensa POV:
The round was going smoothly with Dulies and the rest easily inking the turf while I was splatting the teammates. A minute was up for the match, the amount of turf we inked kept at a certain amount of turf covered. I just sat at the ledge, sniping randomly charging my special.
My charger was now fully charged up as I took yet another shot at the other teammate with the Afro hairstyle. 'Man this match is supper boring...hope something exiting happens' I thought to myself. Bored of the match.
~After the match~
After the results of the match (which was a victory for us) we left the terminal and straight to crusty Shawn's to get the delicious food after the match. Dulies ordered the food and the drinks while the team sat down in a nice yet non noticeable spot.
The whole team was watching funny videos of inklings battle fails including me whom was laughing my face off every time a male inkling gets hit in...the pp. (lol yea it's funny to watch men suffer)
For a split second everything looked perfect...you almost couldn't see the horrible things the team had been through. The square is probably the best place in the world when it's not overcrowded nor to little.
A quick idea passed my mind "hey guys want me to get you anything from crusty Shawn's?" I asked as heads turned to me. Dulies spoke up "Yea could you get me a squid soda?" he asked, "Sure gimme a bit of change" I asked holding out my hand waiting for him to hand me the money.
He sighed, dug into his pocket to find the exact amount of money we needed. "Fine here ya go" and handed me the money. Giving him a sly smile i left the table and to Crusty Shawn's food truck.
After waiting in line for what felt like a whole year I finally made it to the truck when. "ken!" It only was logic to figure out who it was 'Vintage' I thought with never-ending hate.
A/N: Yep ken be pissed in the next chapter. I got nothing to say, Peace!
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That one octoling: A Splatoon manga fanfiction
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