You are sitting down at the local café during the early night. The warm yellowish lighting of the café and the blueish moonlight eminating from the windows creating a call and almost unreal atmosphere.

The café i almost empty. Aside from you, the lone barista and a few ink/octolings and one human You are finishing your drink at one of the tables when suddenly a orange tentacle haired inkling with glasses aproaches you!

Uhh... H-hey sorry to bother you but can i sit down here? he asks in a almost fearfull manner, likely since the history between inklings and humans...

He seems to be carrying something... A sketch book of some sort? You also notice that his sleeves, glasses and hands are stained with both fresh and dried paint*