// @heartadlib
“Hey, uh, Greg.”
Things have already been hectic for the two of them since they’ve arrived. Greg, as usual, has run off, and rounding him back up long enough to talk to him has been a struggle in itself. For the time being, however, the two of them are in their shared room, a half-written letter for one of the sheep sitting on the room’s desk. Wirt’s still having trouble piecing it all out, while Greg, as usual, is having all the fun in the world.
The loud, booming noises outside, however, causes Wirt to lose his concentration. Startled at first, he comes to realize the source of the noises, walking over to the window and seeing them from a distance. No doubt Greg is enthralled by them, as well.
Well, he knows what he’ll be asked, so he might as well be the one to initiate it. He’s not usually one for fireworks, but he can make an exception just this once. Or... However many times they occur here. Either way.
“We... Should probably go and find a better place to watch the fireworks. You can’t see them very well from here.”