[ Oh. The key is always on him- like a part of him as much as his headphones are- so it's something he never gave much thought to, the door to the Velvet Room parting before him each time he approached without much thought on his part. But he brings his hand out now, light shining in the palm of his hand until it forms something more solid, a small silver key.
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He looks left and right, as if expecting a glowing blue door to appear out of nowhere. This is how it works, right? Let them in. ]
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He looks left and right, as if expecting a glowing blue door to appear out of nowhere. This is how it works, right? Let them in. ]