[No one has, technically, asked Reim to hover around looking very serious with his little leather notebook, occasionally giving volunteers Looks and scribbling something down in his tidy little handwriting. Technically, he's been asked to count crates, mostly because he comes with his own Thing To Write Tally Marks On, but that's so bottom-rung and he's declared himself the manager of this fireworks area.
Like, privately. Inside. No one has to know that.
So, as he passes by with his notebook in hand, he pauses to peer at this particular dangerous tube. Hmm!]
'Do not hold in hand — Place on ground — Light fuse - get away!' [hmm.] Well, there is something to be said for fair warning.
[womp..... he just Gazes at this firework for a moment before flipping a page to a table he has drawn by hand, featuring various fireworks label indicators like 'green dots - 3' and 'red stripe - vert' and where each of them is supposed to go. He begins to write; get away!...]
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Like, privately. Inside. No one has to know that.
So, as he passes by with his notebook in hand, he pauses to peer at this particular dangerous tube. Hmm!]
'Do not hold in hand — Place on ground — Light fuse - get away!' [hmm.] Well, there is something to be said for fair warning.
[womp..... he just Gazes at this firework for a moment before flipping a page to a table he has drawn by hand, featuring various fireworks label indicators like 'green dots - 3' and 'red stripe - vert' and where each of them is supposed to go. He begins to write; get away!...]