As she spoke a giant whisk appeared in her hand. It would pull her hand to gesture. Powder that was familiar that was... flour... It filled the whole room. Amu started coughing. It took less than a minute to clear, and when it did, all of Marinette's stuff was inside the now closed suitcases and bags, all neatly packed and ready. Mind the first time she opened it she would be in for an... um... surprise. But for the moment somehow EVERYTHiNG fit. Of course, everything - the suitcases, the people, the furniture, the floor, the walls - was covered in a fine powder of flour. But hey, she's packed....
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Date: 2020-02-21 08:23 am (UTC)