Cameron laughs as the fox appears in the sky, bathing everyone in fiery orange light. He knocks his shoulder against Iliya's, harder than he meant to because of the alcohol. "If I ain't yet, I doubt I'm gonna be. I've had plenty of time to get used to grumpy bears. Pretty fond of them, in fact," he answers cheerfully, casting Iliya a playful sideways glance. It occurs to him to kiss Iliya at midnight as a joke, but he immediately thinks better of it. Even a drunk kiss on the cheek isn't worth the risk, not after how long it had taken them to get back to normal after the vaporized amortentia incident. Maybe if it was Wilde or Ulysses it would be funny, but not Iliya.
Overhead, the fireworks take the shape of numbers, counting down. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6.... The crowd gathered outside chants along, crescendoing the closer they come to midnight. Cameron joins in, enthusiastically adding his own loud voice to the mix. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. At the stroke of midnight, the fireworks finale lights up the sky daylight bright, a phenomenal display of colors and noise. Cameron cheers, tosses back the rest of his champagne, then pulls Iliya in for a clumsy, one armed hug. "Happy New Year!" he says, "Now you're stuck with me."
Iliya & Cameron
Overhead, the fireworks take the shape of numbers, counting down. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6.... The crowd gathered outside chants along, crescendoing the closer they come to midnight. Cameron joins in, enthusiastically adding his own loud voice to the mix. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. At the stroke of midnight, the fireworks finale lights up the sky daylight bright, a phenomenal display of colors and noise. Cameron cheers, tosses back the rest of his champagne, then pulls Iliya in for a clumsy, one armed hug. "Happy New Year!" he says, "Now you're stuck with me."