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“Hey, hold these for me real quick!” was all Zyuran heard as a gold blur rushed past him. “Thanks!”
“Was that the kid?” he muttered, looking down at his hands.
“HEY YOU! WHAT DO YOU HAVE THERE?” a guard-type asked, coming up to Zyuran as he racked his brains for which World they were on.
“It’s not mine!” Zyuran protested, remembering they were on Mascot-World and that was why everyone looked like the local mascots and whatnot. This one looked vaguely like the mascot of some K-pop idol some of the Colorful customers liked.
“It’s in your hands though! You’re coming with me, pal!”
“Do I get a phone call?” Zyuran asked with a sigh, knowing that while he could fight his way out, it wasn’t really worth it. Kaito was somewhere in the area, so hopefully he’d come bail him out, since clearly this guard wasn’t going to listen to good old-fashioned reason.
“We’ll see,” the guard sniffed.