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“zig, zigmund, z - take your pick,” they say, and would offer a hand if their arms weren’t currently occupied with all the goldfish they’re hoarding. still, they can’t help but grin at the talk of some kind of revolt, at the stir of trouble. “we’ll show them who’s really running ninguna parte, who’s the ones in control here. guess i’ll see you then, kit,” they say, heading up the stairs… before tripping up the stairs and dropping every last carton of goldfish they were planning to hoard.
“jesus christ.” kit chuckled. he couldn’t even hold it back any longer as he watched the other with bright eyes. “i’d offer to help, but my god, that’s the funniest thing i’ve seen since we’ve gotten here. i don’t think i’ve laughed that hard in a while.” he brokered back, climbing up behind them before finally offering a helping hand for them to get up. “here, let me help you, maybe we can forge our own little revolt while we snack on goldfish together. we’re the ones with superpower anyways.”












