Blob and Arty walked around the busy streets of Chroma City while they ate deliciously frozen yogurt on a cone, topped with crushed chestnut and a bluberry glaze on top. Blob, who was almost done with his cone, turned to look at the rather quiet Arty, who ate her cone in mouse-like nibbles.
"You seem oddly quet since we left the forest. Is there something that's bothering you? Is it the Inkies? I'll pawn 'em!" Blob growled as he munched on the last of his yogurt.
"Wha-? N-no! No Inky involvement here, really!" She squeals as she waved her free hand frantically. "It's just that... what you've said earlier... has really impacted me... unexpectedly..." She looks at her yogurt, then at the ground.
Blob, a little confused, stopped and held Arty on the shoulder. "What I've said?" He asked. But he knew what she was talking about. "What you've, said. But I like that about you."
Arty jolted when he finished talking. She lifted her head to look at Blob, her face glowing red. "Really? Is that what you really think about me? With your sincere feelings?" She questioned.
"Yeah! You seem so full of inspiration... and positivity!" He beamed as his eyebrows curved upward. "Besides! You're unique! I don't think I'll meet anybody else with your personality!" He spoke as a wide smile appeared to have painted itself on his face.
Shocked, Arty was speechless.
"Blob... there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while..." she muttered shyly. Her frozen yogurt had already started to melt, dripping sweet, colorful flavor around her fist.
"Something? You can tell me anything, really." Blob answered. His tone went from bright happiness to densely concerned.
He worries for the littlest things, she thought. She finally brought her courage together, just for a few simple words of affection. "The truth is, Blob..." she paused, her voice shaking unevenly. "I--"
Suddenly she was cut off by loud rumbling from the ground. Raydians panicked from all directions as they squealed and ran for cover.
From around a corner, a dull monchromatic tank appeared out of nowhere. It's engine hummed loudly as a whirring sound vibrated from the core. The barrel moved foward and took aim at where they were standing. It then blasted a giant glob of pitch black ink directly to them.