TWENTY SPLATS

20 splats

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* he looked back to Mask shortly after, wandering around to the other side so he could pat the inkling's shoulder

"Wanna go steal the stale candy in the arcade's prize area?"

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* he nodded. Disappointed, sure, but he wasn't a sore loser

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* he was mostly out of space. Only enough to play a few cards. He put down the biggest card he was able to, .96 gal. A 10 point card. With that, he was out of spaces. Luckily, the card activated a special point. Maybe he'd be able to come back. He doubted it

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* he didn't have much space left. He placed down octostamp, giving him another special point. He glanced up at Mask. Always ambiguous, indiscernible. Sometimes he wished it was different. Though, never for long. He liked Mask how he was

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* splat charger. A good card for getting points with little space. Practically straight, he slotted it up against the right edge of the board. He glanced at the special gauges. 1-2. He needed to lock in

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* Not to mention, he had to monitor his own expressions and such. Poker.... Everything