||apologies for my absence! The eyestrain has gotten to a point Iโve been avoiding too much screen usage. But I will try to pop in still while I wait for my glasses
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แ แ แ แ แ แ แ แ แ แ [ Azizi Medarda: Commerce & Father]
โEven when a father is gone, his image lives on through his childrenโ
โข #ArcaneRP โข#MVRP
โข Literate/ Descriptive
Wood creaks under shifting weight as she leans forward โ grasping the latest addition to the swarm of files littering the desk. โMost people knock, you know.โ A rasp, drug through the gravel of an exceptional nap.
She settles into her chair, head on a creaking swivel of its +
Slipping into the sheriffโs office with practiced ease, the blonde froze at the sight. She couldnโt tell if the woman was asleep or resting, yet she still approached and quietly placed a paper onto her desk. Not once allowing her gaze to move from the woman who resembled a +
own. Her gaze bores into what she can see of her intruderโs face. Curious thing. Quiet as a mouse, but far more sly. As far as sheโs come, some habits seem to have stuck.
Grayson counts them both lucky that moving through offices in silence is the extent of them.
โItโs not +
โI wouldnโt be much of a sheriff if I alerted trespassers to my presence.โ
Her head tilts curiously, more a show than a genuine reaction. It doesnโt take a world renowned detective to put together why Ambessa is here โ prize in hand. โI donโt suppose you paid your fines with +
Ambessa stood frozen , a smug scuff left her lips as her back was turned toward her . Gloved hands grip a Noxian bottle
โSheriff, youโre as quiet as a mouse. Youโre as careful as Iโve witnessed in a whileโ
๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต everyone is distracted.
โLost your way, Medarda?โ Grayson stands behind her, thumbs hooked on the leather around her waist.