Glitter Bombs

Today was the warmest it had been in a while, so Wei decided that he needed to celebrate.

Milo had been right--talking to the students, learning about their grievances and what needed to be fixed was incredibly important in a candidate. In his opinion, if someone couldn't at least feign a passing interest in the problems of other students, then what was the point in running? What were they trying to accomplish if not that?

But at the same time, a candidate that went only for grievances ran the risk of being boring. As much as he wanted to just talk to everyone about their problems, he realized he couldn't. He could afford to. He was scared to.

So he would make it fun instead.

With a box of glitter bombs.

@"Amiable Ghost"

Wei was breaking the glitter bombs into smaller categories by sparkle explosion, one for small, one for medium, and one for large. And then another for the biggest possible sparkle explosion, one that would cover a lot of the area in impossible to wash off glitter. The school would be a glittery mass after he was done.

Then someone tackled him in an explosion of glitter. For a second he was afraid that he'd fallen on one of his piles of glitter bombs, but instead it seemed like he'd been caught in an entirely different brand of glittery shrapnel.

"Irie?" he repeated. "Did you make a glitter cloud?" He asked her, looked at his undamaged sparkle bombs.