The glaze of the sky, ever so bright, dimmed down as the color gradients began to change. From aqua blue to blood orange turning to mustard, the sky was a beautiful color as the sun began to set. The Shroud stood there looking to the sky with a smile on his face, all this was great. Having a second family who he cared for and they cared back, them treating him nice, him having a great best friend who he kept safe from the people of his school, and getting to do new things he had not the chance when growing up. His dark eyes glittered in the light as he looked to the sky. Closing his eyes he began to just relax, the gentle air against his lungs as he breathed made it all the better. When he was done he walked back to Kinjo and smiled, "Thanks pall." He took the metal pike dowel and blinked, a flash went through his mind and he blinked. That boy again. This time he saw him running from something... He was holding the same thing he was.  How weird.<br/><br/>Taking a marshmallow he stabbed the sugar puff and looked to Kinjo watching him, sitting down he moved his arm, extending the sugar puff over the flame and watched it. Lapping at the marshmallow the fire licked and dry-heatedly slobbered over the white puff. Coating the outside with its dark and crispy saliva. Jason turned the mallow in circles slowly, his mind was in two places. One was here, with Kinjo. The other was over on how his mother's childhood might have been. Did she get to do this growing up? He had no idea. As a ghost she rarely spoke, which he understood, his father best her enough she quit talking many-many years ago. Blinking he pulled the marshmallow out and looked at it as it was on fire with a raised brow, "Is it supposed to do this?" He asked curiously. In the fire light his dark eye color was actually dark chocolate brown looking.