Festivity

“I could never have imagined such entertainment or such colourful displays. It's almost funny. We, who so longed for light, I think we're going to be intoxicated with it for the rest of our lives today, Kei, aren't we?”

But Kei, instead of nodding sharply, looked at his best friend with a miserable look on his face.

“Yeah! I think so, too. And now that we're both satisfied, you should kill me.”

“But why should I kill you?” Asked for this one, falsely stunned.

Kei pinched your lips, overexcited.

"But can't you see or you're faking it! My costume is pink!”

Miron made a vague hand gesture.

“So what, mine is orange. And I think it's as orange as the most beautiful sunset of all time.”

Kei looked up at the sky.

“Well, good for you. But me, Miron, I'm a guy!”

“Yes, but you're blond.”

“But I'm not a girl!” the young blond wizard protested again, outraged.

“And then... Boy or girl... isn't it the same as long as the person is blonde?”