Papers litters his desk as he was set on distracting himself with his work. Shelves with books among various objects are visible behind him. Fully invested into the work he usually puts in the writings he makes. Ink staining one of the pages which made him frown, moving aside those two papers. Quill in his left hand and a candle’s flame soon dimmed out. Karl behind him the writer and he can feel Karl’s tail brushing against his hair a few times. “It’s midnight already? I should call it a day.”