The trans hotel was a beautiful place, though laced with foreboding in every shadow. Mickey casually ignored these shadows, instead casting a polished charcoal glance at glimmering pillars and shined floors. Looking past the darkness, the place was an absolute work of art
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He watches as the familiar key-shaped weapon appears in Mickey's hand. It looked as though Sora wasn't the only one able to wield such things after all. But then the door swings open, and Jun steps inside at Mickey's beckoning. Simple or no, Jun smiles and slowly moves to a corner, leaning against one of the walls for now.
"...Thank you very much." Jun says quietly, his voice as soft as the light in the room. "I...guess I did need to get out."
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"Ya don't have to stand," Mickey pointed out, kindly, scurrying across the room to a plush black armchair, and touching the side of it with a gloved hand of a matching color. "I did say to make yourself at home, didn't I?" The mouse giggled, before he paused, ears perking up at the sounds coming from the adjoining bathroom. Sssshwtch. Sssswtch. The king blinks in confusion, the fingers on his right hand grasping inconstantly at air, noting yet again that he'd already dispelled the keyblade. Noone else should have been in the room, so.. "Eh-heh. Pardon me. I have no idea what that is.." Fearlessly, he heads for the bathroom door.
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"..Ah!" He'd given away the flower, and thus his weapon of choice. Immediately he tenses further, nodding to Mickey but taking a step closer himself. "...someone here?" He asks quietly. There should be no reason for Jun to react the way he does, but after all he's been through, he cannot relax completely. It was probably nothing, Jun tries to tell himself. Just the wind...probably.
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