Frye yawned, slumping down on the floor-mats of the Splatsvile studio. It was rather late, while Shiver was preparing a certain podcast that involved Deep Cut, and some other guests.

It was taking longer than Frye thought, which bothered her a bit. The Inkling sat up with an exhale, scooting her way over towards Shiver's direction, behind her back to rest her chin on the Octoling's shoulder with a snuggled smile.