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[intellect]

Now, hold still! Please--

[Ope. There it goes!

But what is "it"? Well, one of these fine specimens. Though Ienzo dashes after it, the little pest keeps wriggling out of his grasp whenever he comes close.

Oh, and it's not alone. Not by any means.

Behind him, Ienzo's got a small herd of these critters. Oh, and one of them has a crown! And another is all flowery.

These cat-dog-things follow Ienzo in pursuit of that pesky nightmare and, in the process, trample over him.

Lying face down on the floor, he lets out a groan.]

The things I do in the name of science...

[Care to give him a hand?]

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[mamasky]

[ The fortune to have come through a door on the other side and end up right in his home is almost uncanny. He closes the heavy door with a very faint 'chk' sound and looks around, drinking in the familiar Light and Darkness of his family members. A clock on the wall makes a soft sound in the dark silence as the hour switches to two in the morning. He's hyper-aware of the things in the room, especially the Christmas tree someone must have been putting up earlier in preparation for the holidays. It's a little crooked, but the lights are on it, and boxes of ornaments are scattered around the base, ready to be put on. Light breathing (and snoring) can be heard throughout the house as everyone dreams, and he hates the idea of waking everyone so late. As Sora's wide awake, he basks in the warm feeling of being home, the worry that he won't be welcome, and the peaceful feeling of the night, taking out a small glass reindeer ornament and hanging it at the top of the fluffy tree. Will he be able to stay quiet enough to decorate the tree until he can sleep, or will someone wake up? ]

[ ooc: it's been quite a while, but here's a little mamaSora. replies may be slow at times. ]