“Woah, hey, that’s not your normal sword!” Astolfo, ever the captain obvious, remarked, giving the wooden prop a poke. They...weren’t entirely sure what terms they were on with Mordred anymore but considering they were both in Chaldea they weren’t enemies...right?
They stretched their arms behind their head, grinning. “I just have a wood thingy too. I guess we’re supposed to settle any disputes by giving each other splinters?”
@clarentheir; sc.













