He felt rather uselessly behind in his own life and was taking time, bit by little bit, to put the pieces back into place.
In other ashdown the professor sat with several books spread on a table in front of him under the shaded overhang of a desolate shop. It was overcast here today but there was no rain. He was trying the little bits he'd learned from Gloom about coaxing the shadows and making Dark Light but things were shifted and he was also so finding the confidence, the hang of things, was taking him a small bit of work.
Still the shadows hung behind and under his chair, more than usual darkness, they moved and snuck like they were alive and he was totally fine with it.
blade kuroda
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