OXA LO entered the key. Pressing it in he dubbed the other and put his hands out, “ he propped a hand on the dining table and smiled. “Where are you” he said aloud. Immediately, head turns and soon, a hundred million pair of eyes glued themselves into his place. His eyes wandered from her to there, sleep like tiny pendulums swinging across the room, he raised his hands up in the air and the next thing we knew, he was dancing. Jiggling squiggling and dancing. He legs flying up from underneath him, kicking his legs them up and out.

Overview: I’m not even sure why I wrote this story in the first place. It’s honestly an attempt at character description. I hope you like it!