Strelein laughed slightly at getting a response, and what seemed to be a returning smile. The yellow flower waved through the air a little bit more before it dropped down to his side. He smiled, rather jolly from the fact he was meeting someone new on a very nice day. It seemed like it was a day that would probably be memorable, simply because the sun showed his face to the world, bathing it in golden light. He wanted to dance among the flowers, because he didn't know when the rains would come again to wash away the day. A bit of savoring was in order.
Running his free digits through his medium length firetruck red hair, Strel beamed at the other male. He couldn't help but smile. The day was infectious. He hoped he was ill with it. Joy was a disease that was gladly had, and sorely lost. After all, why would one want to be sad and depressed? Life was worth living! It wasn't for moaning and bitching, because honestly, everyone had issues now and then.
"Hey there," he called out, his volume far down from before. What reason was there to yell? The guy was close enough to hear him well enough. Besides, yelling would simply make his voice hoarse and that wouldn't do for singing, now would it? "Beautiful day, isn't?"