A golden orb lay on the top of his head. It vibrated and beamed with golden light like a Christmas tree decoration. Its excitement was so blatant that everyone who walked by noticed it. He had the wrong thoughts about its purpose, but still, its happiness is undeniable.
"Hey, what is up? Why are you so happy out of nowhere? Did something happen without my notice?" The young man patted the orb with his index and middle finger.
It had learned to vibrate instead of spinning, it was docile now. Since it stopped hurting him and Mary because of its reckless movement, Kyrie permitted it to sit on his head without fear of messing and hurting his hair.
The orb was so happy that its joyfulness was infectious as it reached him as well, a smile blossomed in his mouth. "I don't know what I did for you to be this happy, but I'm glad that I'm doing something right."
