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Azrael blinked and stared at the little thing called a shadow that now sort-of hovered in front of him over the smoldering remains of what had been a pumpkin. The little thing had just sort of appeared out of thin air and was currently staring back at him with curious blue eyes. They weren’t the same shade of blue either with the right one being a beautiful shade of dark blue and the other a brilliant sky blue. What was that condition called again? Heterochromia or something? “Uhm… Hi?” God it was creepy and yet insanely awesome at the same time.
“Caly!” it squealed happily, latching onto his leg and snuggling it in what had to be the cutest way possible. Of course, Azrael didn’t quite feel the same way as he nearly feel over when the shadow thing tackled his leg. “Woah! Easy!” he gasped, trying his hardest not to fall over or drop the pen in his one hand or the papers in his other.
“Caly cal!” it giggled, winking up at his mischievously.
“Uhm… I’m assuming you’re a shadow or… something?” Azrael asked slowly, transferring the objects in his hand to a nearby table so he could poke the shadow mermaid creature. It was the oddest sensation ever with that weird lightweight flesh being half there and half… not. The little shadow girl thing giggled and squirmed, trying to evade the tickling touch. “Caly! Caly cal!” she giggled, batting at his hand.
“Oh-kay then… right. Uhm, how about I call you Calypso and you release me. Deal?” the pumpkin demon offered, figuring that prying the cute thing off his leg would be both mean and pointless. Sides, he had no idea what she would do if he did such a thing anyways. Would his hand go straight through her? Would she fight back? Did shadows even HAVE magical powers other than the obvious?
“Caly? Cal! Cal! Cal!” Calypso, the newly named shadow, objected and shook her head. Azrael sighed, running his fingers through his hair irritably. Why did he have to go and try a new luck spell in the first place? He should have known it would blow up in his face and create a shadow-thing instead. After all, he had stolen it out of one of Ary’s books the last time he was at her house, which was insanely huge, so he wasn’t entirely sure what its original purpose was.
“Caaaaalllllyyyyyy,” she whined suddenly, glancing around the room then back at the boy she had been bonded to.
“Yeah, we have food. But I can’t walk like this,” he replied, somehow knowing that she was hungry. With that, and the promise of food, the girl relocated herself to his head, clinging to his orange hair as they went downstairs to raid the kitchen of its contents.
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