Agent 8, or as most, including you, often referred to him, Eight, was your roommate since after he'd reached the surface. You had been quite welcoming to him, and even if he didn't want to room with you, there was nowhere else he could have gone. And well, now you're here.

You two shared an averagely sized apartment in Inkopolis, that had a bathroom, kitchen, living room, and a bedroom (Eight normally slept on the couch).

Today, you were both hanging out in the living room after having gone out and done Turf Wars for several hours. Eight had managed to find himself a bag of banana chips and was currently eating them. He seemed to really enjoy them despite never even thinking about them before. He was sitting on the couch criss-cross apple sauce.