Word Count → 527 :: He has no understanding of personal space ^^;
Only after he had said his piece did he consider his words may have been too harsh for the midnight woman; she was the Angela's daughter and it would be a pain if him scolding the woman upset the white queen somehow. Although he still stood by what he said; it was stupid of her to go out and attempt to buy a weapon without knowing what to look for, what it is worth or anything at all about Katanas. Just as guilt began to take place over his anger the woman spoke, shocking him and causing him to reconsider the Abrigor. Short had been their meetings thus far and the impression he had gotten from Caprica was that she was quiet, good natured and didn't seem the type to argue, especially when the person she was arguing with was of a significantly higher rank. Pushing his shoulders back, he held himself stubbornly and all to prideful; yes, he was somewhat in the wrong regarding the way he had wording things and acted, but at the same time so was she and he wouldn't let the woman know for a moment that he thought he was anything but correct.
With that in mind he responded the most mature way he could. He laughed. “I should've let them rip you off to teach you a lesson. Hiding away? I think not, little girl” the retort was significantly softer compared to his previous tone of speech and technically wrong, for he was aware the other was slightly older then himself but he was sure she wouldn't know that and catch him on it. In the background he heard Alexander sigh at the childish behaviour being demonstrated, but the storm coloured male cared little and he sure wasn't finished with what he had to say. Stepping behind her he reached over and wrapped one hand over hers which held the sword and with the other he grabbed the blunt blade. “Now listen closely as i'm only going to explain this once” he instructed, oblivious to the fact he'd invaded her personal space, his cheek right against hers as he looked over her shoulder. “Firstly the blade's edge is dull; although anyone with some knowledge may have been able to amend that to some degree, the main problem is the joint between the blade collar and the blade it's self. Mostly likely it was reattached at some point, but either way if you strike something with this Katana” he moved his hand down the blade to the joint to make sure she knew what area he was talking about, “Here will snap again”.
With his explanation finished he stepped back and moved around her so that he faced her again, noting the strange look on Alex's face as he did so. Raising his arms he crossed them over his chest, “If you are serious about learning to wield a Katana I can get you one, with some conditions” he offered her, guessing it was more an impulsive thing then an actual desire to learn. Although if she was willing he would provide her with a decent weapon and training with it.
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