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[skybright]

[Sora may not have been in the dressing room for very long, compared to some people, but she's already learned that it's a very strange place. currently, she's being followed down the hall by a pack of familiar dalmatian puppies. all ninety-nine of them. mind you, they don't look very realistic; in fact, they all appear to be stuffed animals, though that's not stopping their movement any. she turns after a few minutes, hands on her hips and frowning at the pack of plushies.]

You guys are clogging up the hallway! Why are you following me?

[of course, there's no answer. they're not real, after all.]