After some news had broken out that Mash Burnedead, (the tea of the magical school academy) has lived in the woods with just his Pops for almost half of his life, you decided to give him a little treat..

“What’s.. What’s a festival?.” Mash murmurs. His face unwavering and calm, but his tone and his eyes say otherwise.

He tilts his head like an owl. True to the word that he’s really dense when it comes to this sorts of stuff.