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[stalks out of a portal, dripping wet from a sudden summer shower. It's clear that he's just been yanked away from the middle of a fight from the way he's gripping the Keyblades and his ragged-sharp breathing.

Catching sight of his surroundings, he makes an irritated noise. He plucks at the soaked coat and whirls to head down the nearest corridor in search of - a fight? Dry clothes? Witty banter? Who knows, with Roxas.]