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Exploring.
28. Near the toy trains you find a series of figurines, seemingly marching to nowhere.
The playroom seemed to be a ‘death trap’ for Itto. Every time he tries to leave, he just finds something else to keep him in the room. First it was the dress up bin, checking out the costumes. Then it was the toy, which lead to him knocking over and cleaning up a tower of blocks. This time, something by the trains caught his attention. “What’s going on here?” The closer he got to the trains, the more confused he seemed to get. For whatever reason, there was a line of figurines set up. He lifts a brow, walking along the line of figurines that seemed to be set up in a way to look like they were marching. “Maybe they’ll lead to a prize, or one of those special items!” With that thought in mind, Itto began to follow the marching figurines to see where they would go. At first, it was fun, as it was like some sort of mystery. As the time went on, and the line didn’t seem to have any specific destination in mind, he started to get a little annoyed. “Aaah… forget this.” He snorted, finally giving up- turning around and stomping out of the playroom… finally.
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28. Near the toy trains you find a series of figurines, seemingly marching to nowhere.
The playroom seemed to be a ‘death trap’ for Itto. Every time he tries to leave, he just finds something else to keep him in the room. First it was the dress up bin, checking out the costumes. Then it was the toy, which lead to him knocking over and cleaning up a tower of blocks. This time, something by the trains caught his attention. “What’s going on here?” The closer he got to the trains, the more confused he seemed to get. For whatever reason, there was a line of figurines set up. He lifts a brow, walking along the line of figurines that seemed to be set up in a way to look like they were marching. “Maybe they’ll lead to a prize, or one of those special items!” With that thought in mind, Itto began to follow the marching figurines to see where they would go. At first, it was fun, as it was like some sort of mystery. As the time went on, and the line didn’t seem to have any specific destination in mind, he started to get a little annoyed. “Aaah… forget this.” He snorted, finally giving up- turning around and stomping out of the playroom… finally.
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