[And when the rose in the sky bursts, down flutter strange little sensations, hard to see in the dark. A few catch in his hair, and he blinks, holding out a hand, catching some between his fingers.
His other hands summons a bright glow, illuminating what they are: petals. Rose petals.]
Ha... Now, now. This is not mine at all. This looks like magic.
[Is he talking to himself? Maybe a little bit. But then he throws the petals up in the air, and calls out into the nighttime. His tone is playful, drawn-out, almost impish. He's in a good mood right now.]
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His other hands summons a bright glow, illuminating what they are: petals. Rose petals.]
Ha... Now, now. This is not mine at all. This looks like magic.
[Is he talking to himself? Maybe a little bit. But then he throws the petals up in the air, and calls out into the nighttime. His tone is playful, drawn-out, almost impish. He's in a good mood right now.]
Hellooooo? Is someone out there?