Subspace’s hands shook as he attempted to slip another bead onto the string, lining up the two craft materials before letting the small maroon bead fall- right onto the floor. He groaned in frustration and dug his small claws into the carpet, gripping tighter to prevent memories from surfacing as the fireworks show that signaled the start of the Phestival boomed outside his window.

Theme: Dove Vs. Crows. He was on team Doves, after Sword had told him doves signify rebirth and rebuilding after tragedy. He had a lot to thank Sword for.

He watched the white and purple fireworks from his window, wondering briefly if they could be seen from Blackrock- no. No he can’t think that, especially during the festivities! Everyone was in a good mood during the festivities, so he shouldn’t be the exemption because he was thinking about his shitty former co-worker!

He stood up, slipped on the white fingerless gloves and dove team sash he had picked up, and headed out of his apartment.