[The camera comes in focus to show Papillon smirking at the screen. The video is obviously taken from a height, and Papillon is aloft in the sky, gunpowder butterfly wings outstretched.]
Those little things are fireworks?
Tsk-tsk. [He wags his finger.]
Let
show you how it’s done.
A little calcium chloride . . . a little potassium nitrate . . . charcoal, and titanium . . .
And, of course, my precious gunpowder . . .
[The camera tilts upward to show several little palm-sized gunpowder butterflies floating in the night sky, their characteristic fluttering noise heard through the video. Papillon waves his hand to shower a fine powder of sorts, and upon contact with the butterflies, a grand, majestic explosion of orange, purple, gold, and white fireworks blazes forth, stretching across the sky . . . some bursts of color butterfly-shaped.]
[Papillon must have his favorite colors and his motif, of course. ♥]
♥
Those are fireworks. ♥
[ooc; as discussed
here, Papi's set off his fireworks! ^^]