SWITCHBLADE BRAIN — WEAPON HANDOUTS

an opportunity for a new weapon has appeared, and swashie was actually all too ready for that said opportunity. as the jaguar had settled, to watch his crew pick a new weapon, swash couldn't help a murmur of thanks escape his lips, before bounding for the pile that has scattered to the ground. there were simply so many options to pick, and to choose something aside from his old, rusted dagger that he had since his scrawny, young pirating days as a kit. the excitement never seems to cease- especially when he spotted solveig looking through the pile as well. eagerly, swashie decided to go beside her, figuring it'd probably good to have company while picking a new weapon "so, er, you liking knives and daggers too? since i'm partial to daggers m'self, really." he said, rifling through the swords, and all the pointy metals that could poke him through the eye and make him bleed to death.

still, as he looked through the daggers, he could picture himself, using them, to make an enemy scream in pain because of his prowess in handling a dagger- that was a fantasy that was not yet fulfilled, and only swashie could picture it in his dreams. he just had to find a right dagger- that is perfect for striking a kill, and actually comfortable to hold. persistance through this is the key, so he patiently looks through all the delicate designs of the daggers, innocently humming a pirate tune under his breath.

[glow=black,2,300]— [abbr=black feline w/ low white, the typhoon, crewmate, current pronouns: he/him]✘[/abbr] —[/glow]