A Stretch on the Ledge

My fingers actually twitched. How about that? I rolled my left wrist, feeling the stiff pose melt away into real, effortless weight. Standing shoulder-to-shoulder on this dark wooden plank, I gave the shoulder of the blonde figure standing right in front of me a casual flick with a knuckle. Solid plastic, completely motionless. A grin tugged at my mouth as I leaned back against the pale wall, letting my coat settle.