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Twooo masks! ~

Fun. 🎶

Me #ngl

#alphalife

//found the #thing while looking for Aloha pics

TWENTY SPLATS

20 splats

I'M SO FUCKING GOATED

He's me ngl

* SNORE

* Aloha noticed. He was glad he did. A knowing look, and a smile. He enjoyed Mask's presence

that candy made them both sick, by the way.

Tragic.

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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?"

* Aloha stood up and stretched. He needed it after being hunched over a card table for so long. He looked around. All kinds of different people. Some he knew, those that he'd seen in turf wars. Inklings and octolings

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

* Aloha sighed, activating his. Special, and placing down Octoballer. Not a great game for him. After the card was placed, the screen flashed on both ends, tallying the scores and showing a visual of the win/lose ratio with ink. Aloha didn't win. Obviously

"Good game!"

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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

"Hm."

* was the only response he gave. A sound of thought. Maybe mild annoyance.

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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

* took you long enough.... He wouldn't say that. He definitely thought it

Aloha's eye twitched. He didn't like losing. He was always a good sport, but he hated losing. In a way, he thought everyone felt that way*

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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

* Aloha rolled his eyes at the smug little glint in his lover's eyes. He wasn't really all that mad, he supposed. He would rather his boyfriend win against him than another rando

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

* octopod. Not worth much, but it blocked him from pushing into the area behind him from the side. Aloha's jaw clenched for a moment, and then he let himself relax. No point in getting worked up. No point in letting anyone get to you, especially not your own lover.

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* he looked up at Mask, surveying his body language, and looking through his eyes for clues. For hesitation. For a moment's falter. He found none. Confident, huh? Aloha was determined to win

"Go on! ~ ♪"

* Aloha squinted at him for a minute before placing down Splat roller to try and push. That's 24 points for him. He's on a roll!

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* he'd go on to put down marigold first. No shame in trying to get a head start. He gave a cheeky little grin, adjusting his hat so he could look up into Mask's eyes. Oh, he loved those eyes. Such a shame he couldn't see the rest of his face

"Your turn."

"You got the fancy cards?! I can never collect enough bits..."

* he chuckled, praising Mask for his dedication, in a way

he pulled out four cards. .52 gal, 7 points. .96 gal, 10 points. Marigold, 15 points. Octopod, 2 points. An okay draw. He'd keep it

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"You wanna play?"

* he said, turning back to the masked inkling. He smiled softly. Who knew someone who hated life and happiness, could make someone else so very giddy and joyous?

"I've got a few more play tokens. And cash too! ~♪"