You're forgiven- and no. I think your hand has suffered enough today. [true show of caring here, that he prefers pal not bleeding more to cool magic on his bombs. the things he sacrifices, truly.

he leans against pal a little to watch the sparkler, thoroughly content in the moment despite being at a party. he glances over as well, offering a smile for being joint caught looking at one another like saps, eyes going back to the sparkler with a snort because that is what he assumes is the marvel.]

The only vaguely difficult part was grinding aluminum for dust. Everyone here is far too easy impressed. [it's almost like simple things are sometimes good? who knew.] Good, it was my plan to make sure all your friends liked me through bribes if need be.