Fic: Shadow.Pewter: This CloseThis CloseShadow watched quietly as Pewter folded up the long jumper she'd been wearing, putting it aside onto a table. She was pretending he wasn't there, he noted, as she took a brush and ran it across her firey quills. Shadow frowned, he wasn't particularly keen on being ignored in the middle of a lecture, but Pewter had a constant habit of doing so.He watched the movements of the brush, resting his chin in a hand, and thought carefully how to get her mind back towards him. He'd only said she didn't have the grasp of the concept of patience yet, so she'd decided to prove how much she could be patient by going onto different things. Bu
Great work with this.