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[by_heart]

Why is there a chick in my kitchen?

On the counter.

In a tea towel.

I'm not cooking it and I'm sure as hell not cleaning up its crap, so someone better come claim it or I'm letting it loose.

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[by_heart]

Hey, no one's asked me to do anything either, you know. Maybe we'll both end up stuck here.

[Lea nudges Roxas' shoulder, then goes back to scrubbing the counter.]