▶ WHO: Adelis and you! ▶ WHAT: February Catch-all ▶ WHEN: Until March ▶ WHERE: All over ▶ WARNINGS: Adelis' no good very bad vampirism Canon Update, NSFW (of various flavors), TBA
[ Kaspar doesn't say how many he carries, but any nose keen enough can smell the sheathes and blades. They'll only find two. Identical twins, hidden by design, Kaspar has never been shy about their existence beneath his shirt or in one leather boot. And he always had them, whether he carried his pistol too or not.
His eyes follow the movement of the blade. It's the first time he's ever let someone mess with one of his own so openly. A whim, in the ease of his good mood. He shifts subtly at the skim of fingers, pulling his sensory awareness of her back further. He sips at his tea as his gaze drifts the room instead. ]
... often underestimated.
[ He adds, holding his cup with two hands because he has nothing better to occupy them. ]
[ Indeed. His cursory examination done, he lightly sets the dagger back on the table, handle facing Kaspar, although he can still appreciate the design- still more decorative then anything he'd use, on account of his frugal ways, but fairly nice to look at. And nicely weighted, as well, so they weren't just for show.
His hand wraps leisurely around the handle of his cup again, gaze flickering back to the other man. ]
Indeed. Most don't think much of something so inconspicuous.
[ Most would know to fear any blade, really, but people will surely give their attention to the blades and the bows first. A dagger is so small and fragile, not what they'd to expect to be the thing to end them when they blink.
The question has him tilting his head somewhat, before he hums. ]
I don't oft tend to brag, but I'd say it's fairly good. One doesn't practice for years for nothing, and my teacher was fairly...relentless.
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His eyes follow the movement of the blade. It's the first time he's ever let someone mess with one of his own so openly. A whim, in the ease of his good mood. He shifts subtly at the skim of fingers, pulling his sensory awareness of her back further. He sips at his tea as his gaze drifts the room instead. ]
... often underestimated.
[ He adds, holding his cup with two hands because he has nothing better to occupy them. ]
How is your aim?
no subject
His hand wraps leisurely around the handle of his cup again, gaze flickering back to the other man. ]
Indeed. Most don't think much of something so inconspicuous.
[ Most would know to fear any blade, really, but people will surely give their attention to the blades and the bows first. A dagger is so small and fragile, not what they'd to expect to be the thing to end them when they blink.
The question has him tilting his head somewhat, before he hums. ]
I don't oft tend to brag, but I'd say it's fairly good. One doesn't practice for years for nothing, and my teacher was fairly...relentless.