[ Felix is particularly picky about his choice of weaponry and the craftsmanship of said weapon—especially since he has more than slim pickings available. But, now that time has passed since then, he believes it is only practical to go ahead with purchasing a new one.
He catches sight of money changing hands...and his eyes almost slide away instead to a brilliant-looking blade off to the side because it isn't really his business. He's not the police, fam. But there goes Yuri making that comment of his. He releases a small huff, shifting to place a hand on his own hip. ]
The weapons, obviously. What, you think you're more eye-catching than one of the blades resting around here?
[ Though Yuri definitely has his eye, a familiar sight indeed. All at the same time as the blade that seems to be speaking to him in his peripheral vision (you know, metaphorical phrasing here.) ]
i. bountiful business;
He catches sight of money changing hands...and his eyes almost slide away instead to a brilliant-looking blade off to the side because it isn't really his business. He's not the police, fam. But there goes Yuri making that comment of his. He releases a small huff, shifting to place a hand on his own hip. ]
The weapons, obviously. What, you think you're more eye-catching than one of the blades resting around here?
[ Though Yuri definitely has his eye, a familiar sight indeed. All at the same time as the blade that seems to be speaking to him in his peripheral vision (you know, metaphorical phrasing here.) ]