A Slight Shift

Tch. Posed like this on a cold, glossy surface? Ridiculous. But as I blinked, my fingers moved. Really moved. I dragged my fingertips along the dark floor, feeling the smooth glass-like chill beneath me. My reflection blinked right back through the spectacles. Fine, staying frozen would be pointless now anyway. I adjusted my folded arms just a fraction, resting my chin slightly higher. Not because I wanted to disobey the stance, obviously. Just making sure my angle looked sharper under the blue light.

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