[ If Gojyo knows one thing, it's that houses have paper in them! The disaster of a house he woke up in (that wasn't a house so much as a tower with a clock in it, which would have been the collest thing ever if he weren't too busy at the time freaking out) was full of paper. And screws. And rubber bands, and bits of metal and plastic and colored glass and anything else a boy might want to build a truly amazing something with.
Ah, but then a thought occurs to him, halfway up the walkway. ]
Is there anyone else here?
[ Because then they might have to sneak into the house. Like thieves! Or spies. ]
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Ah, but then a thought occurs to him, halfway up the walkway. ]
Is there anyone else here?
[ Because then they might have to sneak into the house. Like thieves! Or spies. ]