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Melancholy eyes drift upwards from the ground, brush in hand as his thin lips pull into a straight line on his pale features. He seems uneasy, with his pupils darting between hues before settling on blue. He can see a deluge of blue curling around Robin. Like the shadow of death hanging over his head, a wave frozen in time that rolled on in the air, anticipating crashing into his back when it was given the chance. Like a predator awaiting to drown its prey with a final pounce - but it never came. The curling and swaying of black and blue, endlessly moving in place as it awaited its moment to strike. The 'water' reeked of earth, like the bottom of a bog, thick with mud. He can't help but crinkle his nose briefly before speaking, holding the staff-sized brush close as if it were supporting his weight.
" You seem to have an air about you, I can't quite put my finger on it. It feels like... solitude."
