It was a rather nice night, really, one that found the pretty redhead outside with some sparklers he'd bought for himself. Dressed in a black, long-sleeved shirt that hugged his slim frame, matching black skirt, and pair of leggings, his feet encased in a pair of black ankle boots with chunky heels, he looked like a girl, like always, even more so with the makeup on his face. One slender hand moved, brushing a bit of his hair out of his face, as he stood--well, crouched--near his trailer, watching the sparkler in his hand as the little sparks slowly moved along the stick, held away from his body so it didn't burn him, until eventually the sparks died entirely, running out of stick to burn.
Shinya pouted slightly. Setting the dead stick aside, he picked up his lighter and another sparkler; a pause, and he considered lighting two at once. Making up his mind, he grabbed a second sparkler and held it with the first stick. Within moments, both of the sparklers were lit. Setting the lighter down, Shinya straightened up, holding one sparkler in each hand. He smiled in quiet amusement, watching the sparks. Then with a small step, he started dancing a bit with them, twirling this way and that.
How childish, to be amused by such things.