[He might not be able to drink, but he can appreciate and respect anybody who wants to celebrate with fireworks; just because he's a wanna be arsonist doesn't mean that he can't admire pyrotechnics, all right?]
[And he can. Oh, but he can admire the hell out of these pyrotechnics. Watching bright-sparked explosions overhead, the feathery shimmer-trails of smoke spidering down, the occasional cooling ember that flicks to the ground with a soft sizzle - it's enough for Tim to close his eyes and breathe in the smoky scent with a soft, almost contented sigh.]
[For the most part, he quietly watches. As the night wears on, you might see him working at a block of wood with one of his new carving knives, carefully whittling curling shreds of bark back to uncover the shape he's aiming for.]
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[And he can. Oh, but he can admire the hell out of these pyrotechnics. Watching bright-sparked explosions overhead, the feathery shimmer-trails of smoke spidering down, the occasional cooling ember that flicks to the ground with a soft sizzle - it's enough for Tim to close his eyes and breathe in the smoky scent with a soft, almost contented sigh.]
[For the most part, he quietly watches. As the night wears on, you might see him working at a block of wood with one of his new carving knives, carefully whittling curling shreds of bark back to uncover the shape he's aiming for.]