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“Dang. I give you a warning and you shoot me down. That’s cold...”
Flying outside the window was what appeared to be a small version of Doraemon. Same voice, same love for dorayaki. He was laying down on nothing while seemingly floating outside the window. His eyes were closed, his hand was on his chin, and he laid on his side while his wings did all the work.
Finally opening one of his eyes, he did a circular motion with one of his hands. One of the dorayakis in the bowl levitated away in a somewhat circular motion. It was slow at first but then he brought it in faster to avoid his opponent. He finally started flying straight as the dorayaki arrived in his hand. Now inside the room, he spoke again.
“How do you know nothing happened to these dorayaki? There was a time period where you didn’t have them, I’m assuming.” He looked at the treat from all angles, “I have quite a few magical abilities that you don’t know about. I could’ve done something...”
