"I-I'd rather ya didn't," little Chachanji murmured, rubbing at the back of his neck as Yheli examined the blade with a careful eye. "I was jus' warnin' ya ta be careful wit it 'n stuff, y'know? It really could cut through a board if'n ya let it."
He blinks as she starts listing off the precautions and even leans forward a little in open curiosity as the Miqo'te starts sketching out a board along with materials and dimensions. His expression twists into one of thought as he looks it all over, and his brow furrows only more when she hands the papers to him.
"U-um... did ya want me ta make this?" he queries, holding the papers up to emphasize his point. "I mean... I could prolly make th' gloves, it'd only be fair 'n its somethin' 'm sure I could do... but I dunno 'bout glasswork 'n tha' sorta stuff. Ya'd need ta find someone else ta make th' board. A goldsmith mebbe?"
He blinks as she starts listing off the precautions and even leans forward a little in open curiosity as the Miqo'te starts sketching out a board along with materials and dimensions. His expression twists into one of thought as he looks it all over, and his brow furrows only more when she hands the papers to him.
"U-um... did ya want me ta make this?" he queries, holding the papers up to emphasize his point. "I mean... I could prolly make th' gloves, it'd only be fair 'n its somethin' 'm sure I could do... but I dunno 'bout glasswork 'n tha' sorta stuff. Ya'd need ta find someone else ta make th' board. A goldsmith mebbe?"
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