“Oh! To Inkfish I Just Go By Tammie. I Mainly Just Travel To Gather Up What You Guys Call ‘junk’

“Oh! To inkfish I just go by Tammie. I mainly just travel to gather up what you guys call ‘junk’ and to perhaps snatch up food. Salmon’s gotta eat! Also you guys have cool stickers and it’s hard to find them” they laughed a bit. They found it strange that it was so frowned on to take stuff from trash, but she decided it wasn’t a good time to bring it up.

“What about you?”

The salmonid was just about to go out to scavenge for items when she found a building she hadn’t gone by before.

“Huh. Well I did take a different route today” muttered Tammie.

They inched closer, searching the area for any unwanted items. They couldn’t help but notice the smell of food- and also the scent that a surface dweller lived here.

“Why would someone live so close to salmonid territory?” She pandered. The chum’s personality got the best of them and they peaked their head inside the window.

[ @friend-of-inkfish ]

Inside the home, the salmonid could see the figure of an inkling working on something - it looked like a weapon, a splatling, though it didn't quite look like one that Tammie would have seen normally, definitely having been modified time and time again.

The inkfish seemed very focused on her work, her mismatched eyes barely moved as she fixed up some wires inside her weapon. Her ears, which were tinged green like the colour of salmon ink, twitched slightly as she leaned forward, adjusting and cutting a coppery wire, then placing the length between two ports in the machinery of the splatling. Her simalarly stained hands weren't shaking, she seemed to be very skilled at what she was doing.