Twilight deepened as the remaining sunlight filtered through the mottled window lattice, spilling across the floor of the office and casting long, slender shadows.
A cunning smile hung on Bird of Paradise's face as she inched closer to Theresia, whispering in an extremely low voice, "We have to be super quiet... tiptoeing... Little Blind can't see us."
As the door was slowly pulled open inch by inch, she rose high onto her tiptoes, leaning her upper body forward in an attempt to lower her stance and minimize any sound.
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