[It's such a simple thing, yet Wriothesley is completely enamored by the way the stick sparks. He crouches down with the other, holding his close to the other's own, watching them brighten the space. It lights up the small area around them, and for a moment, he looks up and watches the way the light from them illuminate Kizuna's face.

It's there, the gentle sweet of emotions that lap at his heart like the waves that gently wash over their feet and sand. It's soft and sweet, yet bursts with intensity like the fireworks within their hands.

Wriothesley laughs softly.] The sparks from these are far more enthralling than what you see in the production zone of the Fortress. [This was enchanting and radiating in comparison.]

They're beautiful.