Sora stamped his feet and held his head in frustration. What in the world was making everything go so slowly?! Apparently, Sora wasn't the only one getting upset. It seemed there was some trouble stirring up farther back in the line, but Sora was too wrapped up in his own concerns to bother looking.
Thunk!
“Ow!” Sora said, rubbing the back of his head. He glared at Donald. “Whatcha do that for?!” Donald glared right back, holding his staff up and tapping his foot. “The guy asked for your name ten times already!” he answered.
Sora turned his head to Goofy, obviously looking for support. Goofy only looked down. “Well, gawrsh, I mean we called ya and everythin’, but you weren’t answerin’ us.” He shrugged.
Sora rubbed his eyes and sighed. “Whuh?” he asked tiredly. “Name?” the man asked. He seemed irritated, but nothing close to the anger he should have felt at being ignored for so long.
“Oh, um, Sora,” the brown-haired boy answered. After this, the man paid him no mind, which Sora assumed was the cue allowing him to enter. He took a few steps forward and a small object was shoved into his hands. He fondled it for a moment, wondering what it was, but his thoughts were interrupted as he heard a yelp from behind him.
“Hey, what’s the big idea?!” came Donald’s angry voice.
Behind Donald stood a tall man, well-built, and obviously angry. He narrowed his eyes at Donald, pushed the small duck forward, and then turned his head to the man that had asked Sora’s name. “How come he gets to get in without givin’ his name, huh?” “Huh…must not have seen him,” the other man droned. “Well I won’t stand for it!” said Donald’s attacker. “He should have to give his name just like the rest of us!”
“Fine, fine,” said the first man. “Name?” “Absolutely not!” replied Donald. “If you think I’m going to cooperate after being manhandled then you’re very much mistaken!”
‘Oh, no,’ Sora inwardly groaned. Donald was making a scene, and this was the absolute last thing that Sora wanted. “Donald, come on!” Sora urged. But his feathered friend wouldn’t budge, and instead brandished his staff around, shouting, “I’ll fight ya, I’ll fight ya!” Sora slapped his forehead, grabbed Donald, and ran off to the gate. He turned back, realizing Goofy wasn’t with them. “Goofy!”
Goofy turned around slowly. “Uh, guys?” Donald ran towards him and grabbed his companion’s hand. “Come on!” Donald shouted. “But guys, I think I just saw a hear—“ “Hurry up!” Sora cried franticly. As soon as the two caught up with Sora, the three of them ran into the gate as fast as they could.
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Sora stamped his feet and held his head in frustration. What in the world was making everything go so slowly?! Apparently, Sora wasn't the only one getting upset. It seemed there was some trouble stirring up farther back in the line, but Sora was too wrapped up in his own concerns to bother looking.
Thunk!
“Ow!” Sora said, rubbing the back of his head. He glared at Donald. “Whatcha do that for?!” Donald glared right back, holding his staff up and tapping his foot. “The guy asked for your name ten times already!” he answered.
Sora turned his head to Goofy, obviously looking for support. Goofy only looked down. “Well, gawrsh, I mean we called ya and everythin’, but you weren’t answerin’ us.” He shrugged.
Sora rubbed his eyes and sighed. “Whuh?” he asked tiredly. “Name?” the man asked. He seemed irritated, but nothing close to the anger he should have felt at being ignored for so long.
“Oh, um, Sora,” the brown-haired boy answered. After this, the man paid him no mind, which Sora assumed was the cue allowing him to enter. He took a few steps forward and a small object was shoved into his hands. He fondled it for a moment, wondering what it was, but his thoughts were interrupted as he heard a yelp from behind him.
“Hey, what’s the big idea?!” came Donald’s angry voice.
Behind Donald stood a tall man, well-built, and obviously angry. He narrowed his eyes at Donald, pushed the small duck forward, and then turned his head to the man that had asked Sora’s name. “How come he gets to get in without givin’ his name, huh?” “Huh…must not have seen him,” the other man droned. “Well I won’t stand for it!” said Donald’s attacker. “He should have to give his name just like the rest of us!”
“Fine, fine,” said the first man. “Name?” “Absolutely not!” replied Donald. “If you think I’m going to cooperate after being manhandled then you’re very much mistaken!”
‘Oh, no,’ Sora inwardly groaned. Donald was making a scene, and this was the absolute last thing that Sora wanted. “Donald, come on!” Sora urged. But his feathered friend wouldn’t budge, and instead brandished his staff around, shouting, “I’ll fight ya, I’ll fight ya!” Sora slapped his forehead, grabbed Donald, and ran off to the gate. He turned back, realizing Goofy wasn’t with them. “Goofy!”
Goofy turned around slowly. “Uh, guys?” Donald ran towards him and grabbed his companion’s hand. “Come on!” Donald shouted. “But guys, I think I just saw a hear—“ “Hurry up!” Sora cried franticly. As soon as the two caught up with Sora, the three of them ran into the gate as fast as they could.