<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5WbyUb2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Roxanne Meyer<br/><strong>Player:</strong>Lady Sakura<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Club House | Second Floor| Balcony<br/><strong>Time:</strong>8:45am<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black tank top, denim shorts, and black flip flops<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Miss Lise<br/><strong>Action:</strong>A little hide and seek, is it?<br/><strong>Content Flags:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><em>Too good to last, huh?</em><br/><br/>In her current state, her respiration were lulled in through the nose and out again. Unlike the vibration of rhythmic creaking delighted her senses and caused her bent posture to erect itself. Having supported her mug, with unfinished contents, in the palm of her hand. Roxy moved. Resting her back against the right side for the door frame, to the door that would take them inside the dinning area. The wood's worn in texture felt rough against medium tan skin as she listened carefully.<br/><br/>A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips when the voice rang out and echoed her name. While she could come out or appear in the door way to let Lise know she heard her yet Roxy decided against it at the last minute. The subtly of a brief tug of war might just add a little something extra to her already good morning. Why not scratch a little mischief off the list too?<br/><br/>Hence, the lowering of her right arm, drawing her palm from underneath her mug, and placing her fingertip against the wood just beside her. She then curled slender digits inward and have a slight tap, a brief pause, and then another tap as if to say 'Maybe." in some foreign code that she just made up.