[ Watching his reaction, Kizuna's expression lights up likewise. It's such a simple thing and yet... ]

Ahah. See, I thought you'd like that. [ Tucking the lighter away, Kizuna gently taps the end of his sparkler to the lit end of the other man's, watching it catch and shower into that same rainbow-hued light. ] It's called a sparkler.

[ Just as Wriothesley wants to share the waters with him, Kizuna is glad to share this little reflection of fond memories he's had. He kneels down, balancing on the balls of his feet and beckoning for Wriothesley to do the same. Being closer to the ground seems to make the light throw brighter, sparks dancing in effervescent patterns across sand and skin. ]

They're common during the summer where I'm from.