"Alright kiddo, don't get your hopes up though it's nothing most people call interesting!"
He laughed, runnin a hand through his own hair as he walked. "What's yer name?"
The scarred male chuckled, then shrugged broad shoulders as he rested the scythe carefully over his shoulder ro head off home, he certainly had scraps of nichirin metal around from salvaging old comrades' blades.
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⠀⠀⠀curiosity strikes her⎯⎯ she usually just hands it off and waits for it to be returned to her, but… 💭*
❛ i will watch you repair it. ❜ annd.. she's leaving no room for question. oh well.
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Curls his hand around the weapon, whistles in appreciation of.the craftsmanship. "A solid weapon, I like it"
The elder Grins, running his thumb over the chip. "Ah, shouldn't take too long, little'un. A little patch job, 's all."
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⠀⠀⠀squint.. alright, she'll hand him the scythe then. the chip isn't too bad, she does pretty well to take care of her weapon. but it's still noticeable.
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⠀⠀⠀currently scrutinizing a chip in her scythe with a stern glare at the inanimate weapon… as if that'll make the imperfection go away. waiting for a repair is such a bore though.
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