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Shyblade
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Ozy currently sits at the desk in her office, the only sound in the room is the occasional creak of her old office chair and the rapid 'tak' of the keys being depressed and immediately released. It wasn't long until her fingers ceased and she leaned back. The office chair's creak splitting the silence. After a few seconds she pressed the enter key and turned her head to the window. It was raining outside, that was too bad. She wanted to go to the local park today. She stood, her long black a-line dress unfurling and fanning out underneath her for a second before returning to it's neutral state. With a sigh she tilted her head, her arm raising, she placed her knuckles against her cheek. Her body began to lightly turn and tilt. She had the strangest need to dance.
Ozy currently sits at the desk in her office, the only sound in the room is the occasional creak of her old office chair and the rapid 'tak' of the keys being depressed and immediately released. It wasn't long until her fingers ceased and she leaned back. The office chair's creak splitting the silence. After a few seconds she pressed the enter key and turned her head to the window. It was raining outside, that was too bad. She wanted to go to the local park today. She stood, her long black a-line dress unfurling and fanning out underneath her for a second before returning to it's neutral state. With a sigh she tilted her head, her arm raising, she placed her knuckles against her cheek. Her body began to lightly turn and tilt. She had the strangest need to dance.