[and who better to interrupt than a certain spiky-headed child dashing across the sand so frantically he practically faceplants, and-- no wait, he does faceplant-- but Sora, being made of steel and nails, scrambles right back to his feet, unhindered and his tiny hand balled into a loose fist over... something.]
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Kairi! Hey, Kairi! Kaaaiiiriiiii!