[ okay. It's reaching a boiling point, and Luna's struggling is getting nowhere.
She looks around quickly, e-escape. Escape. Mickey? You're-- you're not helping, and Guzma's bloodthirstiness is palpable through his tight grip on her. He won't-- breath, Luna-- he won't actually throw you into a fire. Or chop you up. Her pokeballs jangle in her pocket, but her arm is not moving even half as fast as she wants it to, to get to her companions.
She sucks all the air into her cheeks that she can, moving her arm a little bit closer to her pocket. When she gets to Nina's pokeball, boy
Boy oh boy
The intense frustration of being confined. Can you feel it? ]
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She looks around quickly, e-escape. Escape. Mickey? You're-- you're not helping, and Guzma's bloodthirstiness is palpable through his tight grip on her. He won't-- breath, Luna-- he won't actually throw you into a fire. Or chop you up. Her pokeballs jangle in her pocket, but her arm is not moving even half as fast as she wants it to, to get to her companions.
She sucks all the air into her cheeks that she can, moving her arm a little bit closer to her pocket. When she gets to Nina's pokeball, boy
Boy oh boy
The intense frustration of being confined. Can you feel it? ]