You'll be mine, Octavio!

Chapter 4: So, thats how octoling princes fight?

  After yet another tumble over the wall ("Seriously, when are you going to learn how to land? The whole falling thing is getting old." "Awhhh! You can admit it, you care about me!" "I care more about the grass.") The pair was hanging out once again, shaded from the heat underneath a large tree in the garden.

 Today, Octavio was engaging in his own "hobby"; maintenance for his prized Octobrush. Some of its parts were laid out on a small tarp to the right of him, while Craig laid to his left, watercoloring some drawings. Enjoying each other's company, the two worked away in relative silence.

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 Quite some time passed. Craig softly set his brush down after painting the final strokes, reflecting on the image. Today, his subject matter had been a local river in Calamari County that he had seen enough times in his life to remember vividly, and it was safe to say he was pretty proud of his work! Content, he sighed.

 "Hah~"

 He looked up towards Octavio and noticed the Octobrush in his lap. It had -been fully reassembled, and he had now moved on to the final polishing. It was like an ink brush, but its fine, lightly colored bristles were fixed in a more rectangular shape. They were tethered to a deep walnut holder with strong gold rope bindings. The handle resembled a sturdy tree branch, and the carefully carved ink reservoir reminded him of an octopus. Very refined.

 "Wow, that might be the prettiest weapon I've ever seen." Craig complimented.

 "Hm?" Octavio looked up with an arrogant look. 

 "Well, of course, it is! It's Octarian technology, after all. We are the best at making...well, everything!"

 Craig lazily turned onto his back. 

"I mean, I wouldn't say THAT, but..."

 Octavio raised his brow. 

"Uh, just what do you mean by that?"

 Craig sat up and energetically punched the air. "Well, it's just that you need more than a pretty weapon to win a battle. Inkling weapons totally have better firepower, ya know? Especially from what I've seen."

 Octavio rolled his eyes. 

 "Bullcarp. Octarian weapons are just as good as inkling ones! Dare I say, even better. While looking great too!"

 Craig leaned over. "What could some pretty brush do over a REAL gun? Plus, with a wielder with 2 more limbs, Inklings and their weapons beat Octo-ass any day!"

 Octavio jumped up. 

 "'Some brush'!? If inkling weapons are just SOOO great, why don'tcha prove it then!?"

 Craig sprang to his feet. 

 "Fine, I will!"  He quickly strode towards the wall, filled with determination.

 Octavio stood there, confused. "Wait, where are you going?"

 "Home, I'm going to get my Bamboozler, and then I can finally prove you wrong! I'll be back soon, so be there, or be your weird-square brush!!" Craig loudly exclaimed.

"Your WHAT?" But it was pointless. Craig had already scaled the wall. He was in such a hurry that he even left his watercolors out, along with his bag.

"That idiot." Octavio thought. "There's no way that some weird Bambooze-whatever could beat my Octobrush. 'Weird square brush' well, what does he know? Hmph!"

 Octavio's competitive spirit shone through his stormy sulking, and he realized that this was a prime opportunity to show off Octarian tech to Craig. And there was no way he could pass up that kind of opportunity!