Andreas reached out to grab it in vain, not willing to move farther out. He failed. He stretched his shoulder, willing his arm to extend.
No such luck.
He strained to grab it without sliding on the invisible air cushion and falling down the stairs, willing the coin to come closer so he could reach the damned thing.
It flipped upwards and landed in his hand. He dropped it in shock. "Uh, guys...?" he called out uncertainly. He willed it towards his hand again. It flew into it again.
The School of Dedicated Roleplayers [closed]
A general roleplay guild with emphasis on improving RPers.
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