Inkmatas looked around. "...Where do I sleep?" she asked.
401 pointed at a random spot on the floor. "There."
Inkmatas flashed a confused look at her. "Don't you have a bed or something?"
"Nope. Only the floor. If you don't want to sleep there, well, find another place to stay. I don't care."
"Cod, I thought you would've been at least *nice*."
"If you hate me so bad, then leave!"
"I don't HATE you, but I don't want to put up with someone so rude!"
401 turned away and headed to the door. "I'm getting food. You should leave. And if you don't, then you made a big f**king mistake."
Inkmatas huffed and sat down where 401 had pointed earlier. This was going to be difficult.
--
401 returned 30 minutes later with two raw fish. The inkling girl looked intently at 401's hands.
The octoling looked... hurt. But that soon disappeared and was replaced by apathy. She tossed Inkmatas a fish.
Inkmatas used her magic to cook the fish. As she did so, she pondered. Why did 401 look sad? Inkmatas had only wanted food. Did she want the fish for herself?
She decided to give up on the matter. It probably wasn't anything important anyway.
--
"...It's going to be your birthday tomorrow, right?..." 401 asked quietly.
Inkmatas nodded. "Why'd you ask?"
401 averted her gaze. "Nothing."
It'd been almost a week since Inkmatas knocked on 401's door, and 401 never let up with her alleged indifference. Inkmatas had a feeling she was hiding something--after all, Inkmatas knew very well that 401 was heartbroken when they broke up. To be so inhospitable when the love of her life showed up was strange. Eggy himself told Inkmatas how much 401 was so desperately hoping for them to get back together. So, needless to say, 401's behavior had the smell of a facade. And Inkmatas wanted to see what was under it.
