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he laughs soft until lijae brings her hands together and light appears once more. “whoa,” he mumbles quietly, like he’s worried breaking her focus might cause the thing to explode. or, something. and he certainly can’t have that happening up on his rooftop. he’s about to ask if anything like that’s happened before the ball comes his way, and he catches it on instinct. “just light?” he repeats, eyes widening while he inspects the glimmering ball in his hands, tossing it between his left and right, each time tossing it higher and longer. “so i’m holding like a mini star in my hands right now? huh. neat,” he says, standing up to move a few steps back from her, still playing with the light. “so lijae the light bringer, what brings you to my humble abode? did the light from my bright smile attract you to this rooftop, or did you just move in to dynamite?” he teases before throwing the light back in her direction with no warning.
she likes that, the look on his face, like he might find it, her, incredibly amazing. she likes that look, the one that sort of borders towards reverence. a pleasant change from the distracted, scientific fascination that often follows her. she hates that, the way she’s reduced to clinical, scientific components. “super cool,” she corrects, a quick tilt of her lips as she shifts, pushing a hand back through her hair with a grin. it snags into the bleached strands, pulling through tangles and prompting a stinging in the back of her eyes and a lopsided wince to crease her features.
“no, stars are gas and fire,” she corrects, eyes rolling, with a bemused smile that creeps over her lips. “it is neat though.” she adds with a grin, watching it light up the planes of his face, casting shadows against the curve of his jaw. “oh, god, don’t be clever about it,” she complains at the lilt of his drawl, nose scrunching. his eyes are bright and his smile wide, flashing white teeth back at her with an enthusiasm that startles.
she startles as the ball soars back to her, thumping into her chest when she fails to catch it, immediately dispersing with the distraction, breaking her concentration. “shit,” she complains, fixes her hands around scattering sparkles to push them back together, re-solidifying it as she stands, before she winds up to send the ball back towards the other. “jesus. neither. i was just seeing how high up i could get. and maybe i was curious. you guys have a whole like, enigmatic thing going on here,” she points out, wiggling her fingers towards the other in emphasis. “obviously, i’m not that great at like, control, so,” she purses her lips, shrugging slightly as she lets out a groan. “I toppled instead. I hadn’t gotten up this high before.” she pauses, tongue slicking over her lips quick. “whats it like anyway, living in the tower? whats like, the deal with it all? y’all got costumes?”
















