The released energy was brighter than expected, and Leon had to squint as he struggled to remain focused. He couldn't see the item forming, but he had to shove such worries to the back of his mind or they'd interfere with the task at hand. Adjustments would be made as needed.
When he pulled back, panting and exhausted, a small throwing dagger sat in the middle of the design. At least... it looked like a small throwing dagger. Something felt off about it, however, and the boy leaned forward to touch it with a shaking hand. As his finger came in contact with it, the object crumbled into a pile of dust.
Well, he should have expected as much.
He laid back against the side of the bed, panting, too utterly drained to even attempt getting to his feet so he could rest on top of it. His roommate would be nice enough not to mess with the rest of his supplies, right? They'd likely be moved in the morning...
Too tired to worry, the boy passed out where he sat.
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When he pulled back, panting and exhausted, a small throwing dagger sat in the middle of the design. At least... it looked like a small throwing dagger. Something felt off about it, however, and the boy leaned forward to touch it with a shaking hand. As his finger came in contact with it, the object crumbled into a pile of dust.
Well, he should have expected as much.
He laid back against the side of the bed, panting, too utterly drained to even attempt getting to his feet so he could rest on top of it. His roommate would be nice enough not to mess with the rest of his supplies, right? They'd likely be moved in the morning...
Too tired to worry, the boy passed out where he sat.