[Saito's head whips up at the first sound of the explosion in the sky, and whatever words Mizuki has just spoken immediately lose priority in his mind. Green, blue, yellow — chained explosions of colors scintillate in succession before fading, dancing and painting the night sky as if it's a giant canvas. He simply watches as the spectacle unfolds, entranced.
When red circles begin to color the sky, there's a minute widening of his eyes, and the twitching of his fingers is back, as though that particular color installs some kind of restlessness in him.
Red is the predominant color of his favorite kind of fireworks.]
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When red circles begin to color the sky, there's a minute widening of his eyes, and the twitching of his fingers is back, as though that particular color installs some kind of restlessness in him.
Red is the predominant color of his favorite kind of fireworks.]