[Sora wastes no time in bursting forward in a splatter of light. Dream magic and emotion create this burst of sheer light at his feet that acts like a mini boost as he leaps into the air and catches the real gift in his arms before the ash of the dead mimic can even litter the floor. When he touches down he gives a cheeky thumbs up.]
That's one down! We'll keep them in a safe pile!
[On the given wooden sled, of course! That's where he puts it before turning back to the conveyor belt for more.]
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[Sora wastes no time in bursting forward in a splatter of light. Dream magic and emotion create this burst of sheer light at his feet that acts like a mini boost as he leaps into the air and catches the real gift in his arms before the ash of the dead mimic can even litter the floor. When he touches down he gives a cheeky thumbs up.]
That's one down! We'll keep them in a safe pile!
[On the given wooden sled, of course! That's where he puts it before turning back to the conveyor belt for more.]