You walk up to a cyan colored inkling sitting in the corner of the plaza, he was wearing a gas mask, face down planted in his shell phone as he tapped away furiously onto the device. He did not notice you at first too immersed in his game, you make motions to catch his attention, you see his hooded cyan eyes clouded by the holes in the mask dart up to you before going back to his phone. He seemed to be ignoring you.