[ Even though he isn't with his goddess right now, a similar idea pops into Bandou's head. Write something! Perhaps Celestia's rubbing off on him.
But unlike her, he doesn't keep a stash of paper and quills with him, so instead, he hops over the counter of the security booth, not caring at this point if they suddenly notice him. There's a note pad and some pens conveniently laid out on the desk and he quickly scrawls out a note to the parents: ]
we have her at the food court!
[ He's about to slide it over when he realizes that kinda sounds creepy and like she's being held hostage or something. ]
and shes safe!! i promise just hurry up and go there!
[ He pushes the note pad in front of the mother, who looks down, confused. But she quickly grabs it, shows her husband and the two thank the officers before rushing towards the food court. ]
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But unlike her, he doesn't keep a stash of paper and quills with him, so instead, he hops over the counter of the security booth, not caring at this point if they suddenly notice him. There's a note pad and some pens conveniently laid out on the desk and he quickly scrawls out a note to the parents: ]
we have her at the food court!
[ He's about to slide it over when he realizes that kinda sounds creepy and like she's being held hostage or something. ]
and shes safe!!
i promise
just hurry up and go there!
[ He pushes the note pad in front of the mother, who looks down, confused. But she quickly grabs it, shows her husband and the two thank the officers before rushing towards the food court. ]