[Palamedes huffs a laugh at the image of Flynn and Yuri’s room coated in confetti, though due to the physical strain, it comes out sounding a bit more like a gasp. He does as Flynn directs, moving to the side and preparing to take another pull on the handle when his companion is ready. This time, when they do, the trap door opens, and Pal falls back into the glitter with an oof.]
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