You're probably wondering "What does this dude mean when he said Crusty Sean considered him unfresh?" I'll tell you.
My friendship with Crusty Sean had a pretty rocky start.
When I was still living in Underseapolis, located near New Sardine, with the rest of my immediate family, we occasionally paid visits to Inkopolis Plaza, the most popular spot to shop at the time.
To reiterate, before Crusty Sean started his food truck business, he worked at a shoe store named Shrimp Kicks. I always used to love going to that place, especially when back-to-school time came around.
I was only about 10 years old when I went into his shoe shop for the very first time, and it was an unforgettable experience.
The overabundance of different brands and styles wowed me.
After five minutes of browsing the immense selection, I heard the sound of someone clearing their throat.
"Can I help you with something?," the voice asked.
I looked up at the register to find that the man running it was an orange anthropomorphic prawn, using the highest of his eight legs as his arms.
"Well, yes." I replied. "There are so many styles and brands here. What would you recommend for me?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down, squid," the prawn replied. "I don't think you're fresh enough for any of these major brands."
"What do you mean by 'fresh?'," I asked. "It's my first time shopping here in Inkopolis."
"Exactly," the prawn said. "Many of my customers are not only older, but have been around longer. They're whom I consider fresh."
"I see how it is," I whined, being ten years old at that time. "I guess I'll always be unfresh by the shopkeepers' standards since I don't live here." Tears welled up in my eyes, knowing that I would never be as fresh as my peers. I tried my hardest to suppress my sadness, not wanting to embarrass myself.
"Whoa, squiddo," the prawn interjected. "Just because you aren't fresh doesn't mean I can't hook you up with something to remember us by when you go home"
"R-really?," I sniffled. "You'd do that?"
"Of course I would," he responded. "I hate seeing others sad or upset, even if they are unfresh."
I wiped my face, feeling reassured that I would have something to remember my trip to the big city. It made me a bit tingly. Mind you, this was before I met my best inkling friend Mikey.
From the top rack, the prawn brought down a pair of basic cream-colored sneakers. Beggars can't be choosers, I suppose.
"How much will that be, sir?," I asked as I took my pocketbook out of my backpack.
"No charge," he said. "It's on me. The least I could do for making you feel upset by my comment. What's your name, squiddo? Whare are ya from?"
"My name's Max, mister," I said. "And you?"
"The people around here refer to me as Crusty Sean," the prawn said. "Probably because I look like I've been swimming in a deep-fryer." His joke caused us both to crack up, myself to the point where I cried.
"Whew...well, thanks for the sweet kicks," I commented as I began to exit the store. "I'll see you around, Crusty Sean."
"Peace, Max!," Sean said.
Ever since that visit to Shrimp Kicks, my relationship with the kind prawn had grown stronger with every visit. That is, until I learned about his whereabouts when he started his food truck business.
Out bond grew more and more to the point where we were able to call each other names like "bro," "dude," and "man."
For the first time in my life, I felt lile there was someone I could trust. It was further reinforced when I was saved from some colossal squids by an aforementioned inkling.
Anyway, back to the main story.
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Splatoon: Squiddy Soulmates
Fanfiction((COVER BY @TheSmolSpongMan)) Maxwell Inkerson, an ordinary Inkling boy, manages to find his one true love after a night with the biggest celebrities in Inkopolis. That same night, he discovers how insecure he really is about his blossoming relatio...
