Sehr gut... [he murmured. Some corner of his mind noticed that each person they passed received a genuine-looking smile from the magician. He might have appreciated the gesture more if he wasn't distracted by the number of them who smiled back at her, only to pin him with their shocked or scared looks immediately after. He struggled to plaster on his own friendly smile and wave, desperately trying to pretend this was all part of the act.]
[By the time they stood before the magician's dressing room door, emblazoned with the name Trucy Wright, his nerves were shot. He allowed himself to be dragged into the room without protest. The sound of the door shutting him off from all of those other people, and shutting him in with her, was both a blessing and a curse.]
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[By the time they stood before the magician's dressing room door, emblazoned with the name Trucy Wright, his nerves were shot. He allowed himself to be dragged into the room without protest. The sound of the door shutting him off from all of those other people, and shutting him in with her, was both a blessing and a curse.]