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King Mickey stormed into his hotel room, looking far too agitated for words. Didn't anyone in the Nexus know the meaning of the word discretion? It seemed to him that far too many people were finding out about everything. After all; the snake wouldn't have asked him about hearts without reason, would he have?
Of course, he had to admit that he had disclosed a bit of information, himself, but.. Things were getting out of hand when strange snake creatures seemed to know more than they should. Was something going on behind his back? Riku was gone, and unless the Organization was flaunting their plan (which, he would know if they were, surely), that meant only one thing. Sora.
There was a screech of metal teeth grinding against one another as gloved fingers pulled down the zipper of his coat, the king pausing only briefly to throw it onto its hanger. He was going to stay in for a bit, have a cup of tea, and try to calm down. It seemed, more and more, that nothing was getting solved and the same old problems were only on track to get bigger. Eyeing his journal wearily, far too aggravated to sit down and write comprehensibly, Mickey let out a sigh, heading for the back of the room and, after a flip unto the counter, he began perusing the cabinets for some instant tea mix.
Of course, he had to admit that he had disclosed a bit of information, himself, but.. Things were getting out of hand when strange snake creatures seemed to know more than they should. Was something going on behind his back? Riku was gone, and unless the Organization was flaunting their plan (which, he would know if they were, surely), that meant only one thing. Sora.
There was a screech of metal teeth grinding against one another as gloved fingers pulled down the zipper of his coat, the king pausing only briefly to throw it onto its hanger. He was going to stay in for a bit, have a cup of tea, and try to calm down. It seemed, more and more, that nothing was getting solved and the same old problems were only on track to get bigger. Eyeing his journal wearily, far too aggravated to sit down and write comprehensibly, Mickey let out a sigh, heading for the back of the room and, after a flip unto the counter, he began perusing the cabinets for some instant tea mix.