[oh they are so cool... he loves watching this... the way their hands nimbly fold and tuck the paper, the sound it makes, how it's getting smaller-- oh]

That's a good size! We don't need it any smaller, we've gotta see inside the box too.

[it's a little longer in a way that isn't the best-best fit for it, but that's fine. keigo'll understand after subaru puts the box on its side and carefully slides the tin can-dle (ah its, sort of warmer than he thought it would be, but it shouldn't burn fingers at the base) inside the darkness, the holes of the can pressing trapped light against the side of the paper and

giving it the appearance of some constellations that look familiar from the astronomy book, cancer being one as well as the big dipper and cygnus. the punctured parts of the can act as the stars, and the gently flickering of the candle lets them "twinkle".

subaru'll turn the can, showing off his precise work, and then he'll sit back to see how keigo feels about the shoddy, handmade gift]

It's just a little thing, but I'll bet you're not psyched about going upstairs to see 'em yourself again. [...] Sorry.