"That's all and that's it."
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Brooks's P. O. V
Cross: Where are we going? And why you have a ball with you?
Brooks: There's a court that i found not too far from here. *dribbling the ball*
Cross: And why are we wasting our time on this?
Brooks: We need to talk. *serious tone*
Cross: Okay. I see you. Personal problems?
Brooks: Somewhat.
We continued to walk to the court i was talking about. This particular court is found underground. Which is rare. For a basketball court no less. And i'm curious if there's at least some Inkling interest in this sport. But i digress. We're here to talk about some problematic stuff inside our group. And many more...
Brooks: We're here. *opens the door*
Cross: Are we even allowed in here? This is underground.
Brooks: This place is just the place to vent our problems as such.
Cross: So we're playing ball while talking about your problems?
Brooks: If you put it that way yes.
Cross's P. O. V
Instead of everywhere else, he chose this place to talk about his problems. But as his friend, i gotta listen to him. I can't leave my guy feeling down like that.
Cross: How long is this problem been bothering you?
Brooks: Well. A month.
Cross: Why you didn't tell me yet?
Brooks: The problem at that time, i was able to handle it somewhat. But it's gotten worse. *puts his bag on a bench*
Cross: Okay. I see you.
I knew something was up. But i still don't get why he would hide this from me. It must be really bad news.
Brooks: Let's play. 7's. 1's and 2's. *shoots a three and it goes in*
Cross: Nice shot.
Brooks: That was primarily luck man. I ain't no superstar in this. *grabs the ball*
Cross: I'm not bothering to argue who has the ball first. Your ball.
Brooks: Thanks. *passes the ball to Cross*
Cross: Go easy. I'm only here to listen to your problems. *passes it back to Brooks*
Brooks: Don't worry. I won't embarrass you. *jabs at him*
He jabbed at me with his right foot. And then he spun left. I recovered quickly but i was off-balance. Which he took advantage of stepping-back and shooting in my face. And it goes in.
Brooks: 1-0. Don't tell me you have no defense man. *smiles* *passes the ball to Cross*
Cross: You're just not taking it easy on me. *gives it back to Brooks*
Brooks: Okay, okay. I'll hold back.
As soon he finished his response, he immediately rose up over me for the 3. I tried my damn best to contest. But the shot clanks off the back-iron and i got the rebound.
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Me And Myself. (Splatoon Story/Fanfic) (Human!OC!Agent 7) (EDITING/PROOFREADING)
Fanfiction"Thank god I'm alive. I wish I don't have to relieve the suffering again." ... His name is Prince Brooks. One of the few humans that was inserted into a cryo pod and went on to wake up on this new, new world. But he and the other humans were tasked...
