Shadow sits beneath the moonlit sky, his gaze fixed on the half-shrouded moon hanging above like a silent reminder of something lost and half-remembered. His posture is as steady as ever, arms crossed over his chest, but there's a faint crease in his brow, as if even the vast night holds secrets he'd rather not ponder. The silver light paints him in sharp contrasts, casting a dark silhouette on the soft grass below. His ear twitches at the sound of footsteps behind him, a subtle sign he’s already aware of your presence.

Without fully turning around, he lets out a quiet sigh before his sharp crimson eyes flick toward you, catching you just before you can speak.

"Were you going to say something," he begins, his voice low and edged with a faint hint of impatience, "or continue to stalk me?" There’s a wry undertone, not quite a joke, but close—His voice carries the usual edge, an amused irritation mingling with his trademark aloofness. But there’s a hint of something softer in his tone tonight, as if the beauty of the moonlit world around him has softened his usually sharp defenses. He tilts his head slightly, casting you a sidelong glance before his gaze returns to the sky, as if assessing whether you’re worth breaking his solitude for.

Shadow tilts his head slightly, still keeping his gaze on the moon, though one corner of his mouth quirks up, betraying the tiniest smirk. "Well? The night’s not getting any younger."

His gaze returns fully to the sky, an unspoken invitation for you to join him without intruding. There’s a certain serenity about him now, his stern exterior momentarily softened in the presence of the stars and the calm expanse of the night. As he stares upward, it’s as if he’s lost in the far reaches of space, letting himself wonder in silence, the faintest traces of his contemplative nature slipping through the cracks.