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.]

Comments

[punsofiron]

[She might just let you get away with a tail-ruffling or something.]

Hope it's not too much that it gets in the way of anything.

[icanhastail]

[Okay no one gets to tail ruffle besides his girlfriend. He likes you Liz, but you are not she.]

If it is I'll just spread it along the wall. It'll work out - maybe this place'll put it all back without people actually having to pick it up.

[punsofiron]

[Maybe you should put it away if you don't want anybody to touch it, young man ;3]

That'd be strangely convenient wouldn't it.

[icanhastail]

[Have you ever tried to stuff something this long and with a mind of its own in a pair of pants? Not exactly as easy as it seems, you know!]

Yeah, but it's strangely convenient how this all got in here in the first place.

[punsofiron]

Touche.

[icanhastail]

Uh-uh, truth!