InsaneJournal

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[The gloomy atmosphere is actually kind of nice. It's a little unnerving, as he doesn't know what to expect on days like this. And really, he should have been better prepared when his fingers started turning an inky black. He tries to write it off at first. Maybe he got his hands on something while cleaning or sorting through boxes at the store.

But as the day progresses, the black spreads, like a shadow crawling over him, though he still feels solid. He takes to shoving his hands in his pockets as often as he can manage, though he can't resist checking every so often and trying not to panic when the black edges under the sleeves of his jacket.]