Seventh Theft

[icanhastail]

[Hey everyone, you know all that stuff that went missing?]

[It all just fell on Zidane. Out of his closet. And is currently burying him.]

[His Cambot was behind him as he went into his room, but a crash! brought it hurrying along right quick, only to find the monkeyboy literally covered in a pile of stuff from the open closet door like one of those cartoons. There's obviously lots of stuff from the theatre deck and even a couple of pieces of sports equipment from the recreation deck, but other things that can be see are a wooden Keyblade, a notebook, and.]

[Floating down to land on top of the pile.]

[A picture of a beautiful woman and a little girl who looks almost exactly like her.]

[...What do, SoL denizens. What do.]

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[sailorlaughter]

MAES! MAES! ZIDANE FOUND YOUR PICTURES! [brb running to find]

[icanhastail]

Pinkie? Pinkie, what are you doing? [...He's dead, isn't he. He's just... dead.]

[sailorlaughter]

Well, DUH. I'm getting Maes! He's been so worried about those, we were looking everywhere for them!

[icanhastail]

He can have them! [And he's starting to sift through the pile to find all the pictures because oh god Maes is going to kill him.]

[sailorlaughter]

He'll be SO HAPPY when he hears you found them~! How did you even know to look in there? [Pinkie's not actually seeing the potential danger here, Zidane. Sorry.]

[icanhastail]

[Yeah, he's not surprised.] I didn't, I just opened the door and it all fell out on me.

[sailorlaughter]

Wow! You must have really SUPER luck!

[icanhastail]

Yeah, luck. Let's call it that.

[And not thievery, although it's not exactly true this time.]