[Hizumi, no. At any rate, generating pure yellow is a simple matter - he just has to think of that one time Bulat decided to chuck him off of ledges until he learned how to fall without dying.
The flames light up accordingly just as quickly as the orange, and once again his throw sends the ring in a perfect arc onto the post.]
Y, yeah... Well, it's one way to get things across.
[ Speaking of getting things across, the next color was green and Yuuri somehow had to turn the flame green. Green with envy? That was definitely a saying but the "envy" that Yuuri typically felt was more along the lines of being disappointed in himself then anything else.
Instead he looks at the colorless flame and thinks of what else it could be...if not jealously then—? Trees..? Home? There were plenty of trees back in Hasetsu. And as as Yuuri thought of his home, the flame began to slowly flicker a soft green. ]
Huh.
[ He doesn't throw it yet since he's not sure if it's dark enough to be considered green. ]
[Taking his time is a mistake. Green comes no less easily to Hizumi – he’s one of Aiada’s after all, and a quick thought to Ayumu’s declaration that he would save Hizumi’s life and all the appreciation that came with it turns the flame a bright green almost immediately.
It goes flying onto the post almost immediately, too. Better hurry up, Yuuri!]
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That was a pretty... shockin' result.
[Hizumi, no. At any rate, generating pure yellow is a simple matter - he just has to think of that one time Bulat decided to chuck him off of ledges until he learned how to fall without dying.
The flames light up accordingly just as quickly as the orange, and once again his throw sends the ring in a perfect arc onto the post.]
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[ Speaking of getting things across, the next color was green and Yuuri somehow had to turn the flame green. Green with envy? That was definitely a saying but the "envy" that Yuuri typically felt was more along the lines of being disappointed in himself then anything else.
Instead he looks at the colorless flame and thinks of what else it could be...if not jealously then—? Trees..? Home? There were plenty of trees back in Hasetsu. And as as Yuuri thought of his home, the flame began to slowly flicker a soft green. ]
Huh.
[ He doesn't throw it yet since he's not sure if it's dark enough to be considered green. ]
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It goes flying onto the post almost immediately, too. Better hurry up, Yuuri!]