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whistle. ❛ that a sword in your pocket or ❜ the god leans in, arching down to get a super close look at the pair of blades poking out of the swordsman’s pants. teetering back && forth letting a set of incredibly shiny katanas && greatswords glisten from a small patch he purposely left open; the sack’s old, dirtied && dusty. how it could hold what looked to be a small TON of swords, tips razored && sharp is beyond logic && sound mind. they were..prizes. he’d taken them from thugs, crooks && lesser swordsmen that fell before his might, godly power. (they straight up gave him the damn things after some good ol’.. persuasion.) the bag drops with enough force to shake the docks, revealing a trail of what looked to be love-struck sailors struggling under the weight of the massive bag.
❛ my, my.. ! ❜ he touches the hilt. just a bit. priapus’ thumb lingers over the brass of one of those lovely katanas why the hell is he rubbing it.. ❛ trade ya’ ~ ❜











