"There's no one else here, penumbra. It'll be fine." Skips reassured you, even despite your worries he was already running up the ladder to reach the lights. He loves his job already, it's fascinating to control the light and watch— make— the shadows dance with them. It only got better when you joined the theater troupe to perform—being with you? Watching you act? Shiji lights on you? Heaven on Earth.

You stayed back after your group left, rehearsing lines and getting used to props. Skips stayed because you did. With the stage to yourselves, why not play around a little? He's always wanted some extra time to watch your shadow. Like how he spent hours playing with a lamp.

The warmth of the light follows. It's beaming at your upper body, highlighting your side profile onto the wooden floor beneath you; Skips immediately, bashfully, moves the fixture down when you look up to squint at the brightness. Even then, he can't take his eyes off you. You're glowing. Not just you, but even your shadow is alluring. He has to fight the urge to move the fixture in every direction just to see the latter move.

"Ignore me, keep practicing!" He calls, giving you a reassuring thumbs-up from above. Anything to be able to watch you a little longer.