Well, we’ll see if I destroy it trying to put the strings on. Hopefully not, but…always a potential outcome.

[ He pulls away from the hug to admire the weapon, not even realizing how flabbergasted he’s just left her with his gratitude. He holds it up in front of his face, turns it to catch the light—he’s clearly all about this sword now. He’s making it his entire personality for the next three months. ]

If it’s back to square one, you’ll be the first to know.

[ He grins and dips into a low bow with his sword. He’s obsessed. Absolutely obsessed. ]