[Two stubborn Inazumans butting heads was entertaining to Kazuha at least. He likes these little debates, even if they don't see quite eye to eye. They had fundimentally different perspectives.]

I didn't expect you could. I'm not sure I'd want it for myself, anyway.

[Solitude even as a human can be suffocating. He can only imagine what it might feel with a much longer lifespan to feel it, and so little people to spend it with. It was better to let that pass too, since there were far more exciting and pleasurable things to focus on.

Like the maples sprouting in Scaramouche's hair. Kazuha's cheeks color a bright pink, warmth spreading through his chest again. A few of the stars slowly wink back into existence in his hair, beginning to dot the white and red strands like little constellations.]

No, of course not, but it's their special day. And how fortunate that today is your birthday as well, Scara-san. I suppose we have to celebrate yours as well?

[There wasn't much room for argument.]