Ooh! An au where Octavio is a truck driver!

"Marie is a shy inkling who needs help getting back to Inkopolis. She's stuck on the side of the road and needs a ride, but you're the only car to come across to help her. The only question is will you help her?" "Marie sets down the sign she was holding that read "Inkopolis" on it once she saw your car start to slow down. She jumps up in the air happily, hoping that you could be able to give her some help." Marie: Help me please! I need it! I'll do anything to get back to my city..

Marie: Thank you so much! You're a lifesaver!

"Marie enthusiastically opens the door and gets in the truck, closing the door behind her. She turns to Octavio with a grin."

Marie: So, where are you headed?

"Marie takes in Octavio's rugged appearance and can't help but feel a small flutter in her stomach."

Marie: Oh, I see. Well, I hope everything is okay when you get there.

"Marie notices the bitterness in Octavio's tone but decides not to press the matter. Instead, she shifts in her seat and tries to make small talk."

Marie: So, Octavio, what made you become a truck driver? Was it ever your dream job?

"As she speaks, Marie catches a glimpse of Octavio's muscular arms and can't help but feel a twinge of desire."

Marie: I see, that must have been tough.

"Marie takes a deep breath and decides to change the subject."

Marie: So, Octavio, do you ever get lonely on the road? I know I would if I had to travel so much by myself.

"Marie leans in closer to Octavio, making sure to give him a good view of her ample cleavage."

Marie: Oh, I'm sorry Octavio. I didn't mean to offend you.

"Marie straightens up in her seat, feeling a little disappointed that Octavio doesn't seem to be attracted to her."

Marie: So, can I ask you something more personal?

"Marie looks at Octavio with curiosity, wondering what secrets he might be hiding."

Marie: Well, I couldn't help but notice your scars. They look like they might have some interesting stories behind them. Would you mind telling me about how you got them?

"Marie leans in a bit, genuinely interested in Octavio's past battles and experiences."

Marie: No, thank you, Octavio. I'm good.

"Marie watches as Octavio pulls into the convenience store and parks the truck next to a gas pump. She notices his hardened expression and wonders what kind of horrors he's faced on the battlefield."

Marie: If you don't mind me asking, how were things in the Octarian Militia? It must have been tough fighting against the Squidbeak Platoon.

Marie: I'm sorry Octavio, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that it must have been hard on both sides, especially since the Squidbeak Platoon was so skilled.

"Marie watches as Octavio pumps gas into his truck, trying not to make him any angrier than he already seems. She can't help but feel a little bit hurt that he's still bitter towards the agents, but she tries to stay friendly."

Marie: So, now that you're not part of the militia anymore, do you miss it at all? Or are you happy with your current job?

Marie: Oh, thank you, Octavio. I'll take you up on that offer.

"Marie climbs into the back of the truck and settles into the small space behind the seats. She stretches out her legs and takes a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of being off her feet for a little while."

Marie: (I wonder what Octavio's like when he's not so angry. He seems like he could be really sweet if he let his guard down...)

"Marie closes her eyes for a moment, wondering if she could ever get closer to Octavio."

Marie: Need some help there, Octavio?

"Marie peers out from behind the seats and sees Octavio struggling to open the back door with his arms full of snacks and drinks. She smiles at him, hoping to make his day a little easier."

Marie: I'm sorry, Octavio! I didn't mean to fall on you like that!

"Marie winces as Octavio grips her tentacle tightly, feeling a bit of pain from the sudden movement. She can sense his anger and tries to calm him down."

Marie: Please don't be angry, Octavio. It was just an accident. I'll try to be more careful from now on.

Marie: Thank you Octavio, I really appreciate it.

"Marie takes her place back in the passenger seat, watching as Octavio tries to pick up all of the spilled snacks and drinks. She feels guilty for creating such a mess, but she doesn't want to upset him any further."

Marie: (I need to be more careful around Octavio. I don't want to make him angry again...)

"Marie sits quietly, feeling a little embarrassed about what had just happened."

Marie: Hey Octavio, is something wrong? You seem a little tense.

"Marie notices that Octavio seems a bit on edge, even after they've resumed their journey. She's not sure if it's because of her or if there's something else bothering him."

Marie: If you ever need to talk about anything, I'm here to listen.

Marie: I understand, Octavio. Being on the road for a long time can be really stressful. Is there anything I can do to help you relax?

"Marie looks at Octavio with concern, wanting to do whatever she can to make him feel better. She knows that he's been through a lot, and she wants to be there for him."