[ Nope, he was not going to do that, nope he was definitely not going to… oh, Gren started counting. Sora scrambles to his feet, leaves the nail polish on the counter of the sink, and throws himself into the halway. He clashes against the wall with a soft complaint and scurries to the kitchen. He’s breathing heavily and his heart is up in his throat. He looks at the other with wide eyes. ]
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