[Eight smiles, having felt like she found someone who understood. She hadn't felt this way since she met Marina, the first Octoling she knew of that made the journey to explore the unknown and reach as high as becoming an idol for Inkopolis. She's... grateful and a little less lonely.]
[And then Wormmon said what he did.]
[Suddenly Eight became aware of what this situation looked like. A boy and a girl (and Wormmon) holding hands in a train car surrounded by flowers. Almost like they were... they were...]
[Ink started to flush into Eight's face, turning her skin the same color magenta as her tentacle hair. Oh cod. Oh cod... did she lead him on? Was this too much too soon? Carp, it does, doesn't it. Ohhh ship. Ship ship ship...]
[Her cool thoroughly lost, the octogirl pulled away, trying not to make the moment any worse. She clutched her hands to her chest.] AIII... I'm glad... you feel that way!!
Had to make a new icon for this one -- THANKS WORMMON
[And then Wormmon said what he did.]
[Suddenly Eight became aware of what this situation looked like. A boy and a girl (and Wormmon) holding hands in a train car surrounded by flowers. Almost like they were... they were...]
[Ink started to flush into Eight's face, turning her skin the same color magenta as her tentacle hair. Oh cod. Oh cod... did she lead him on? Was this too much too soon? Carp, it does, doesn't it. Ohhh ship. Ship ship ship...]
[Her cool thoroughly lost, the octogirl pulled away, trying not to make the moment any worse. She clutched her hands to her chest.] AIII... I'm glad... you feel that way!!
[She needed a tactical retreat...]