AN: Okay, after this it gets sorta dark. I could write a light version, but the one that's done is not. Review and tell me if you want me to post it, just let the terrible story end here and now, or write a some fluffy finishing chapters. Choose your own adventure, yea. Disclaimer: And again, they are n't mine.

Let me count the words

Donald spent hours screaming at Goofy and they needed to be given not only separate rooms, but separate floors.

The head chef handed in his resignation so he could join the theatre, leaving the kitchen staff directionless and distraught.

Selphie and Wakka, having apparently heard Kairi's admissions of love/non-love long before Sora himself, dropped by to try and cheer him up and caught him as he tried to flee to his bedroom.

"She wasn't really your type anyway, you can do better." Selphie wrapped an arm around his waist, being too short to reach his shoulders.

"Yeah, man, you're better off single. No nagging!" Wakka grinned.

He peeled himself away with some excuse about inspecting the guards.

Selphie slapped him on the ass. "We'll always love you, Sora."

He ran.

AN: In case any of you were worried I was implying that Donald and Goofy were a couple by having them share a room, don't worry, they aren't... At least I don't think they are. If you think they are, and that doesn't squick you, cool.