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[there are large, heart shaped balloons spilling out into the hall from the open door of one particular room. they're mostly pink, though there are a few red and purple ones as well. some seem to be full of helium, bumping lightly against the ceiling, while others just drift along the floor, filled with regular air. the sound of balloons being popped is also coming from the room, and if someone managed to look through the sea of "hearts", they'd see a Rabid Dog Heartless hopping about trying to eat the balloons.

it's failing miserably, since they pop every time it gets a grip on them, but it doesn't seem put off by that.]

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[Aw, isn't that cute. Though those balloons are just rubbing it in... damn, this is making him hungry.]

...I don't think those work like that.

[oh! another Heartless? it can feel that and dashes over immediately.]

Hearts?

[unfortunately it can only really communicate as the lesser Heartless can, if they can at all. a human wouldn't understand it.]

[Kurt crouches down to closer to its level - as if it wasn't bad enough being this small anyway... the human shape hasn't changed what he can understand, though.]

No. Imitations.

[it doesn't quite understand, only the 'no', so that gets a whine and an ear droop.]

[He gives a somewhat sympathetic sigh.]

Not real. No substance. ...I'm sorry, little one.

[pretty much as close to pouting as a Heartless dog can be.]

No heart?

[headshake]

They just look like them.

[snaps at one as it gets too close, jumping back when it pops.]

Why look?

[He picks one out of the pile and inspects it.]

I wish I knew. It's as if whatever made them is taunting us.

[that gets some growling. it's not the brightest crayon in the box, but it understands that sentence to some extent.]

[He just throws the balloon away, or as far as throwing a balloon is easy.]

Trivialising the heart... fools.

[This is more muttered than anything else.]

[...chases after that balloon.]

[He can't help but laugh at the sight. Silly puppy, balloons are for kids.]

[jump-snap-pop! and then it's trotting back to Kurt with more balloon stuck in its jaws.]

[Aww.]

...Do you want to play?

[wagging a bit now.]

Play hearts?

Only these for the moment, I'm afraid.

[He'd rather not have an army of keybearers after him.]

[just sits there and wags, obviously waiting for him to do something.]

[He grins, and bats another one out.]

Go get it!

[barks, no words in particular, just the noise, and bounces on after it.]

[He chuckles. He's never really played like this before... well, he's played with his food, but that's different. Another balloon's launched.]

[it's going mad trying to pop the balloons, focusing on the ones thrown.]

[Kurt's just throwing them in as and when it finishes with the ones he's already done.]

[this is the most amusement it's had in ages. not as good as hearts, but what is?]

[Very little indeed. It'll have to do for now. Fetch!]

[eventually it gets tired of running around and just flops on the floor. well, not quite flops; the spiked collar around its middle acts almost like a stand of some sort.]

[He smiles.]

Relax, little one. Maybe we'll see real ones some day soon.

[wags tiredly.]

Hearts?

Hearts.

[rumbles happily.]

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