The touch was gentle, but determined, tugging on Zack's pants leg repeatedly until he looked down to the far smaller, but just as stubborn, boy. In his other hand was the small wooden sword Sera had made for him so he could copy Zack's training, but it wasn't until he held it up it was obvious the 'weapon' had been broken in half. Hit a little too hard against a tree, truthfully, though Shayan wasn't about to tell him he'd gotten carried away in showing off for his brother!
"Daaaaaaaaaad." Another tug accompanied the whine; the fact the sword had broken had left his heart much the same - How could he be like his dad if he didn't have his own butter sword!? "Daaaaaaad, it broooooooke- Can you fix it?" Did his dad even know woodworking? He didn't know, but he wanted his help specifically as his eyes watered and grip on both sword and fabric tightened.
"I need Butter Sword too!"
The tugging had been so persistent on Zack’s pants leg that he hadn’t been able to ignore it! Just like the second he’d glanced down to answer Shayan’s more than distressed call for help -- the broken wooden sword that Sera had given him not a few days before was shoved right in his face.
And Zack could only laugh.
“ Yeah, but I think you need to learn how to be more careful with your stuff first, too, huh? ”
Zack would take the broken toy at that though, glancing over the break and how much effort it was going to take to fix the smaller’s wooden blade. Good news for Shayan was that the sword was snapped along a clean line. They could probably use some glue, a little elbow grease, and some tough tape to fix it!
“ You’re lucky though! I think we just might be able to fix this, but I’m gonna need some glue and tape. ” Zack paused, waving at Shayan that it was going to be his job to go find the materials they’d use. “ Think you can find me some? ”