[ This would normally be Megumi's cue to scold him for making a scene, but that doesn't quite happen today. Instead, the other boy keeps his interest fixed on the gift, examining the elegant and sharp curves of the blade, taking note of the weight of the hilt that was just light enough to be maneuverable, and just heavy enough to feel stable in his grip. ]
It's ... well-made. [ He's nowhere near a weapons expert, not when compared to Maki, but he's used enough different weapons in his time as a sorcerer to know a good blade from a cheap one that will break when it matters. He doesn't know how Yuuji had the know-how to pick out this blade, but he's not oblivious to the sentiment behind it all. That Yuuji was concerned his safety here in Hell, that Yuuji had taken such keen notice of the blade he used to use, taken in the smaller details ... The care and attention that had gone into this gesture does not go unnoticed.
Nor does it go unappreciated. Megumi steps to the side briefly, face turned away from his friend with his hair obscuring some of it. As he considers the sentiment involved, he's reminded that he has someone to turn to in this place called Hell, that there's someone out there who cares about him and pays attention to him. It's a notion that can feel unnatural and difficult to process, but it also conjures up that light feeling of happiness.
It's a subtle change in his countenance, but he allows himself a small smile. ]
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It's ... well-made. [ He's nowhere near a weapons expert, not when compared to Maki, but he's used enough different weapons in his time as a sorcerer to know a good blade from a cheap one that will break when it matters. He doesn't know how Yuuji had the know-how to pick out this blade, but he's not oblivious to the sentiment behind it all. That Yuuji was concerned his safety here in Hell, that Yuuji had taken such keen notice of the blade he used to use, taken in the smaller details ... The care and attention that had gone into this gesture does not go unnoticed.
Nor does it go unappreciated. Megumi steps to the side briefly, face turned away from his friend with his hair obscuring some of it. As he considers the sentiment involved, he's reminded that he has someone to turn to in this place called Hell, that there's someone out there who cares about him and pays attention to him. It's a notion that can feel unnatural and difficult to process, but it also conjures up that light feeling of happiness.
It's a subtle change in his countenance, but he allows himself a small smile. ]