[is vanitas wondering where his little flood might be right now? well wonder no longer!
the sound of the little collar tinkling can be heard as ventus, shifted in his turnskin form, trots around the house with the flood delicately scruffed in his mouth. he had followed the scent here with the hopes of finding its home...
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the sound of the little collar tinkling can be heard as ventus, shifted in his turnskin form, trots around the house with the flood delicately scruffed in his mouth. he had followed the scent here with the hopes of finding its home...
so here he is.]