[she squeaks, flinching when he makes impact, her hands going to her face out of habit, but just as quickly peeling away to gawk in alarm. curling her fists under her chin, she witnesses shadows being sliced and diced by absurd-looking keys (no, she will never not think it's weird), and the spectacle is gripping enough that she nearly misses the puddle growing in mass and shape nearby.
small gaggles of these things are annoying enough, but what's with this gross excess?!
oh right. it's a swear-in. this is true to form, isn't it.]
Roxas! I, I can zap them! But people have to be out of the room!
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small gaggles of these things are annoying enough, but what's with this gross excess?!
oh right. it's a swear-in. this is true to form, isn't it.]
Roxas! I, I can zap them! But people have to be out of the room!