[with Loke out of its way, the Nightcap sets it hand scrambling to wrestle Lucy for that key. not only is it shiny, gleaming...it's got to be the door.
it twists, rolling onto its side, bringing its face close to Lucy's, practically hissing:]
Filthy girl, you dare. Give it to me. You have no RIGHT–
[as it pushes itself up, digging fingers against Lucy's for that key, its own door dangles from its neck: a medallion on a chain, closed for a long, long time.
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it twists, rolling onto its side, bringing its face close to Lucy's, practically hissing:]
Filthy girl, you dare. Give it to me. You have no RIGHT–
[as it pushes itself up, digging fingers against Lucy's for that key, its own door dangles from its neck: a medallion on a chain, closed for a long, long time.
there's a name, though:]