[ It doesn’t send him on a tumble thankfully, but he’s still frowning lightly as he turns the ridiculous key over in his hands, touching its prongs and grip with focused interest.

That description nets Sora a glare ]

I forbid you from opening or closing any part of me without my sober and explicit permission.

[ And with that the key suddenly vanishes from him grip. He blinks down - magic, why is there so much magic in this place? The idea that he’s surrounded by illusions covering up dirt and destruction and disease he could be stepping in right this second is enough to make him scream.

But only children scream, so he abruptly spins on his heel, offering a dismissive wave over his shoulder ]

Contact me if your keyblade works on the demons - but don’t test it unless you’re already being dragged to the torture rooms.