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Rico's Office « Thread Started on Jan 24, 2008, 4:47pm »
The twin tailed fox sat at his desk in his office. The office was actually in working condition, not cluttered like most offices. On the door read, Rico Sakara, across the glass. On the far left wall, was his katana, which rested on a rack made just for that one single katana. It was unknown if Rico had made it himself. It seemed as though the fox was busy filling out papers. That's when there was the loud buzzing of his walkie talkie. He had placed two fingers to the rim of his glasses as he removed them, turning them around to face the lens toward his mouth and breathed lightly onto them. he then took his thumb, rubbing it in a circular motion across the lens slowly before placing the glasses onto his face once more. That's when he placed his gloved hands onto the wooden desktop and stood up straight. It was time to go bad-guy hunting again. There seemed to be nothing to catch his attention as top priority, so he figured he would round up a couple of normal criminals. Walking over to his sword on the wall, he had gripped the sheathe and removed the katana from the rack as he began walking toward the door those twin tails of his shifting from left to right slowly behind him.
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