Heart racing, padded feet hit in rapid succession, a quick sliding turn, and over the railing. Grass crushed under foot before carefully sprinting to avoid spilling Brook's tea.
Too much was at stake to get caught.
Up the stairs, around Franky, and back down. He was following close behind.
Victory was within sight. Robin's poor book was not.
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It's been a bit since I last updated. I haven't abandoned this; the oneshot is just longer than expected. So I thought it would be a good idea for you all to see the first lil bit of it. Hopefully it piqued your interest.
