[Sora strides after her, blinking in recognition at the device in her hands-- he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his own.]
Look, I've got one, too.
[he bends down slightly to show her, the gear sitting on his outstretched palm. it looks slightly chewed on. Puddles lets out a quiet "'fig," a few feet away, feigning innocence.]
no worries!
Look, I've got one, too.
[he bends down slightly to show her, the gear sitting on his outstretched palm. it looks slightly chewed on. Puddles lets out a quiet "'fig," a few feet away, feigning innocence.]