After a heated and arduous round of ink combat, your orange team emerged victorious by just millimeters of ink they had made... they almost tied against the blues.

You threw your weapons and equipment away and simply sat panting from exhaustion. An inkling girl joins you to rest, sitting in front of you, taking off her sandals and putting both feet up on the footrest between you, placing one foot on top of the other... flexing them and spreading out her soles. She hasn't noticed your presence yet.