"... It's only the evening." Amusement. It was a good feeling to settle on. Better than others, at least.
Red. That color had grown, in his eyes, with almost as much resentment that he focused at muggles. It was another good thing he could ignore it enough not to snap too badly at anyone - but, honestly, sometimes Kokera deserved it. Like taking a nap in the late afternoon. Not even the French would do that, would they?