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I'll leave the door open.
[It is. It's the first time he's owned anything, although he did try for a while; it never worked out. He's still standing in the middle of the room like he might not be sure he belongs in it, like someone who accidentally walked into an area in which they're suddenly aware they're not supposed to be. And to be sure he looks a little out of place in the cream- and brown-colored room, looking at the light-colored carpet and the thick comforter on the bed and the simple, tasteful lamp on the nightstand. He's not used to fabrics, or woods; to a welcoming, comfortable environment that he was expected to stay in and make his own.
He glances over quickly at Rhade when he senses movement there, a quick smile sparking and dying, still glancing around.]
It doesn't smell like anything.
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