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Jane Annabella Rhodes
Water rushed down the bowl from the flush as Jane squirted some liquid soap into her hands and proceeded to wash them. Her reflection blinked before getting water flicked upon it. Courtesy of all ten fingers. Nabbing a hand towel, she used it for the door, her dry hands closing it after scoring a damp paper ball in the little bin. She breathed like a young talent preparing to face a crowd, all the voices she heard earlier listed as names in her head. Basically everyone was downstairs. Rubbing away an itch from her left ear, she slunk to the lower level quietly. Dinner was in session. Rejecting the idea to go face hunting, she used her practiced stealth and completed the journey to the table, successfully taking an empty chair. Grasping Anthony's hand, she closed her eyes, her head tilted forward in reverence.
TF81 (Direct Interaction)
Water rushed down the bowl from the flush as Jane squirted some liquid soap into her hands and proceeded to wash them. Her reflection blinked before getting water flicked upon it. Courtesy of all ten fingers. Nabbing a hand towel, she used it for the door, her dry hands closing it after scoring a damp paper ball in the little bin. She breathed like a young talent preparing to face a crowd, all the voices she heard earlier listed as names in her head. Basically everyone was downstairs. Rubbing away an itch from her left ear, she slunk to the lower level quietly. Dinner was in session. Rejecting the idea to go face hunting, she used her practiced stealth and completed the journey to the table, successfully taking an empty chair. Grasping Anthony's hand, she closed her eyes, her head tilted forward in reverence.
TF81 (Direct Interaction)
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