There was always a rush on the post office right after school, the line stretched for five people. Nothing terrible, just a little unbearable.
Ozma fiddled with the red flower tucked behind her ear, and shifted her weight from one aching knee to the other. She hadn't been there for five minutes before someone stepped up behind her, a tall blonde girl Ozma recognized from school. She looked tired, among other things, so Ozma gave her a smile, and shrugged--a good-natured, silent declaration of 'c'est le vie'.
(OOC - do we want to move this to the main comm, in case anyone want to jump in the line?)
There was only one postal clerk at the front, and the line wasn't moving at ALL. Ozma looked around the building--the girl seemed unwilling to engage in small talk, but Ozma was not a girl to be defeated so easily. ANYTHING would make the time spent in line feel shorter.
"What are you mailing out?" Ozma asked, politely interested in the other girl's business.
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Ozma fiddled with the red flower tucked behind her ear, and shifted her weight from one aching knee to the other. She hadn't been there for five minutes before someone stepped up behind her, a tall blonde girl Ozma recognized from school. She looked tired, among other things, so Ozma gave her a smile, and shrugged--a good-natured, silent declaration of 'c'est le vie'.
(OOC - do we want to move this to the main comm, in case anyone want to jump in the line?)
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"What are you mailing out?" Ozma asked, politely interested in the other girl's business.
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