"Ah, yeah, they're 'round 'ere. I can give ya a couple good ones if'n ya'd like - ya get to know th' smiths outside yer field'a expertise pretty quicklike, y'know?" the little Lalafell added, scratching at his cheek. He blinked when Yheli referred to Zhara as a 'worker', though, the confusion apparent on his face. "Oh, um... she ain't really a 'worker'? She's... ah... k-kinda me girlfriend 'n likes ta help out 'round 'ere."
It was a bit of an awkward subject, so Chachanji was more than happy to change the subject - which Virara seemed more than willing to provide with her question. It wasn't that he was embarrassed or ashamed of his relationship with Zhara. It was just he was well-aware of the stigma against interracial relationships, plus a lurking concern about how his folks would react to her at the Starlight dinner in a few suns.
"Well, protectin' 'gainst beasts... y-yeah, I 'spose tha'd be akay," he murmured thoughtfully, rubbing at his chin. "Still, I'd kinda wanna know what me weapon is gonna be used fer - 'n lotsa folks like usin' 'em on other folks. Which I dun like. So it's a... matter'a character, I 'spose? I'd hafta feel like I really get 'n trust th' person ta make a weapon fer 'em."
He rubbed at the back of his neck.
"Papa was kinda th' same, y'know. Sure, 'e'd make generic weapons 'n stuff fer people - includin' th' Garleans... but if'n ya wanted 'is good stuff ya had ta get 'im ta like ya. Or do some sorta grand errand fer 'im, dependin' on 'is mood," he continued, as if that exonerated his decision. "I 'spose if'n I get better at... y-y'know tampin' down th' edge on me weapons 'n stuff, I could start doin' tha' too... I dunno, though."
The Doman's gaze followed his fellow Lalafell's to the Miqo'te as Virara questioned her integrity. Despite his overall good nature, he did take a moment to sort of look her over - gauge her somewhat. After all, he was putting a rather dangerous tool into her care.
"W-well, she seems fine ta me, I think?" he responded in the end, scratching at his cheek idly as he mused on the matter openly. "I mean... she seems ta be puttin' a lotta thought in how ta use it in th' proper way - gettin' a good mitt ta avoid personal injury 'n a stronger cuttin' board so she dun cut inta anythin' she shouldn't in th' kitchen. 'sides, she seems ta want ta get a sword made - wouldn't tha' be a better choice ta use as a weapon than a kitchen knife?"
He folded his arms over his surprisingly burly little chest - a rather un-Lalafellin bit of his physique - as he continued. His attention was affixed entirely on Yheli now. A surprisingly intense, yet still kind of kicked-puppy-dog-ish stare locked onto her.
"'s-sides, ya wouldn't do somethin' like tha' wit tha', knowin' what ya do, right?"
It was a bit of an awkward subject, so Chachanji was more than happy to change the subject - which Virara seemed more than willing to provide with her question. It wasn't that he was embarrassed or ashamed of his relationship with Zhara. It was just he was well-aware of the stigma against interracial relationships, plus a lurking concern about how his folks would react to her at the Starlight dinner in a few suns.
"Well, protectin' 'gainst beasts... y-yeah, I 'spose tha'd be akay," he murmured thoughtfully, rubbing at his chin. "Still, I'd kinda wanna know what me weapon is gonna be used fer - 'n lotsa folks like usin' 'em on other folks. Which I dun like. So it's a... matter'a character, I 'spose? I'd hafta feel like I really get 'n trust th' person ta make a weapon fer 'em."
He rubbed at the back of his neck.
"Papa was kinda th' same, y'know. Sure, 'e'd make generic weapons 'n stuff fer people - includin' th' Garleans... but if'n ya wanted 'is good stuff ya had ta get 'im ta like ya. Or do some sorta grand errand fer 'im, dependin' on 'is mood," he continued, as if that exonerated his decision. "I 'spose if'n I get better at... y-y'know tampin' down th' edge on me weapons 'n stuff, I could start doin' tha' too... I dunno, though."
The Doman's gaze followed his fellow Lalafell's to the Miqo'te as Virara questioned her integrity. Despite his overall good nature, he did take a moment to sort of look her over - gauge her somewhat. After all, he was putting a rather dangerous tool into her care.
"W-well, she seems fine ta me, I think?" he responded in the end, scratching at his cheek idly as he mused on the matter openly. "I mean... she seems ta be puttin' a lotta thought in how ta use it in th' proper way - gettin' a good mitt ta avoid personal injury 'n a stronger cuttin' board so she dun cut inta anythin' she shouldn't in th' kitchen. 'sides, she seems ta want ta get a sword made - wouldn't tha' be a better choice ta use as a weapon than a kitchen knife?"
He folded his arms over his surprisingly burly little chest - a rather un-Lalafellin bit of his physique - as he continued. His attention was affixed entirely on Yheli now. A surprisingly intense, yet still kind of kicked-puppy-dog-ish stare locked onto her.
"'s-sides, ya wouldn't do somethin' like tha' wit tha', knowin' what ya do, right?"
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