Dingle glanced briefly at y/n. They awkwardly spied on her.
Dingle formed a thought that this was real creepy, so they scuddled away.
They went to the school courtyard where people usually played sports. When Dingle sat on the bench, they got a text from their mom.
"Is y/n a squid eater???!!"
"Idk" Dingle wrote. Y/n seemed a bit strange at times, but she probably didn't eat squids.
Dingle's mom sent Dingle a book through their phone. When they clicked on the link, the book spontaneously appeared out of thin air. It had a title that said, Squid Note. Apparently, it can be used to find squid eaters.
Dingle saw y/n watching them from the window.
They wrote in the book, "does y/n eat squids"
The book exploded, and a minnie squid appeared in it's space.
The squid spoke, saying, "apologies, I.. don't know. I will have to find out, young half squid of the descendant of the Irish Squid Mafia boss."
"Okie" Dingle said, surprised. Dingle left the tiny squid to do its work, and went to go hang out with their friends.
Dingle walked to the local coffee shop, where their friends usually were. Two of Dingle's friends, Yin and Rivo, were sitting at their usual spot. Dingle bought an iced coffee with two sugars, then sat down and joined them.
Yin smelled like strawberries, and Rivo was eating cheese.
"Hii bro!" Yin said.
"Greatings, Dingle. You smell nice," Rivo greeted.
Dingle replied, "you close that trap 'Mr.' Or i'll flush you down my toilet..."
They chat for a bit about the explosion earlier that caused the school morning to be 40 minutes late to open. This was apparently caused by an explosion in the chemistry room.
Rivo flirted with Dingle, and Dingle was hangry.
"You only don't like my flirtatious personality because you're hangry," Rivo said to Dingle.
"You wish."
Dingle sipped their coffee. Then poof! Their coffee turned into the tiny squid they summoned with a book earlier!
"My coffee!!" Dingle said sadly.
"I have come to give my report. Y/n is, infact, a squid eater!!!" The small squid ignored Dingle's loss of coffee.
Suddenly, y/n busted into the store, covered in mud! And what looked like ink.
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Your Crush On Dingle
RomantizmHave you ever had a crush on a half-squid? Well now you have.