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[emptyyshells.livejournal.com]

[Squeak, squeak, squeak. There's a Dusk curled up under a table, next to a couch in one of the main rooms, long limbs curled up beneath. It appears to be chewing on something, giving out very faint squeaking noises, followed by the occasional snap of something rubbery being stretched and let go.]

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[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[Kurt's just sat down after his usual regular explorations of the place - it takes him a moment to notice the odd sounds. After all, the thing he'd be most likely to notice is missing here...
He leans across. Peers over. ...Peers under. What the-?]

[emptyyshells.livejournal.com]

[it peers up at him blankly, shoving the newly found chewtoy into its... mouth. Kurt might notice an assortment of small packages beneath the Dusk.]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He gets down from his seat, and crouches down in front of the table. Hm. Okay, what is this thing playing at? He reaches out, trying to retrieve one of the items in question.]

[emptyyshells.livejournal.com]

[the Dusk doesn't seem to mind if he takes it, and is intelligent enough not to try and attack him. much too powerful, this one, and it's not like it doesn't have a dozen more. maybe he'll even be able to explain to the Dusk what these... 'condoms' are.]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[This is one puzzled Heartless. His knowledge of human life only goes so far, and the bedroom isn't really one of those places it goes.
Ah.
He frowns as he looks.]