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[TONIGHT OUT NEAR THE FIELDS, but probably a little too close to the cabins for comfort: FIREWORKS. More specifically, boxes and boxes of fireworks in all shapes, sizes, and degrees of legality, with matches (and a fire extinguisher or two) at the ready. Hope you weren't hoping to head to bed early because--

BOOM... yes

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[newfangled]

Who the fuck gave you explosives.

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Conman! Help me put these in a line!

[newfangled]

No. I am not enabling this.

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It's happening either way! Are you gonna be part of the magic or not?

[newfangled]

You're going to put your fucking eye out or something.

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[taps his glasses and grins. AND THEN RUNS OFF TO FIND THE BIGGER FIREWORKS]

[newfangled]

That was an example, Hanna!

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OH MAN, this one changes colors! And whistles and it's huge and yesss, perfect!

[newfangled]

Fine. Go blow yourself up. It's not like you're listening anyway.

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[sets it on the ground and fiddles with the matches]

[newfangled]

[UGH DO WHATEVER YOU WANT I DON'T CARE]

[except he totally does and is doing that thing where he's watching very intently while trying to pretend he's not]

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[stands there for a few seconds, VICTORIOUS, before remembering that safety distances exist. runnnnn]

[newfangled]

[rushing forward a few steps to pull at his arm at the same time]

Fucking-- Hanna!

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[BOOM ETC.]

Are you looking!? Did you see that, whoa! New favorite!

[newfangled]

What is wrong with you?!

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I'm getting another one.