Is Haga the party type? Absolutely not, so the festivities that had been going on for the past days were met without much enthusiasm on Haga's part. Sure he participated here and there, but mostly to get free food. Sure, he was feeling a little more positive these past days for the lack of a better term, but he still didn't really feel like mingling a lot.

On the third day though? He feels light and carefree, and there's a legit bounce to his step that surely has never been there before. And when he hears wind of the fireflies floating about during the aurora, that just makes him even more giddy. The first insects ever since he got in this place! Why, to him, that was enough reason to celebrate.

He's mindlessly catching a couple fireflies here and there in a jar, smiling at them and... was that a giggle? Nah, probably just your imagination. He's not even noticing the spectacle in the sky with how enthralled he is about the tiny, bright bugs.

When he hears a familiar voice, he stops his random wandering, spotting Tommy laying about on the grass, eyes gazing up. He finally tilts his head up proper to watch the sky and the dancing colors and lights fill his eyes.

"Wow... that's... that's gorgeous." For a moment he forgets about the fireflies, but he still holds the jar close to him in his arms. Even if this aurora isn't the real deal, it sure feels like it.

"Never been to Times Square though." He tries to imagine how that is, with all the people and the exploding fireworks.