Tyler's mouth shaped into a small frown when he heard the shopkeeper's answer. 'It's going to be alright,' he reassured himself as he idly played with the dagger in his hands. 'You've waited years for this. You can wait a little longer. Besides,' he glanced at Adam who was quietly speaking with the old man behind the counter, 'it's not like your alone now.' He smiled at the thought and went back to admiring the beautiful blade.
"How do you like your newest blade?"
Tyler jumped a bit and looked at Adam with a raised brow. "Haha, very funny," he said sarcastically as he set down the blade. 'A dagger like this would cost a pretty penny,' he thought, wondering if he would be able to afford it if he ever got a part time job.
"I'm serious, that's yours now. I took care of it."
Tyler's head snapped back up and he looked at Adam's smiling face in disbelief. "Wha--?!" He blinked and suddenly remembered not to make eye contact. He turned his head and looked at the dagger instead. It was... beautiful to say the least. It had an impressive edge, sharp and deadly. Upon closer inspection, he found that the handle was covered in black leather, giving it a soft feel. Even the black scabbard with silver chape and locket had an alluring aesthetic.
"You... y-you can't be serious," Tyler said to his friend with an undertone of disbelief. "I-I mean, we just met two hours ago and now you're giving me this?" It was so hard to believe, and yet the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. It was Adam. They may have just met but it was Adam who approached him, befriended him, helped him. He was the one who smiled at him and argued with him about comics. It was Adam who didn't force him to go through the crowded streets even though he was half-insane and didn't know the reason why Tyler didn't want to. He stood there in silence, thinking about how he should react.
"I can't possibly accept this," he murmured quietly, embarrassed. He glanced sideways at his friend's face. "How much did this cost you? It was probably expensive. I mean, don't you need the money for something else?" he asked Adam softly.
"How do you like your newest blade?"
Tyler jumped a bit and looked at Adam with a raised brow. "Haha, very funny," he said sarcastically as he set down the blade. 'A dagger like this would cost a pretty penny,' he thought, wondering if he would be able to afford it if he ever got a part time job.
"I'm serious, that's yours now. I took care of it."
Tyler's head snapped back up and he looked at Adam's smiling face in disbelief. "Wha--?!" He blinked and suddenly remembered not to make eye contact. He turned his head and looked at the dagger instead. It was... beautiful to say the least. It had an impressive edge, sharp and deadly. Upon closer inspection, he found that the handle was covered in black leather, giving it a soft feel. Even the black scabbard with silver chape and locket had an alluring aesthetic.
"You... y-you can't be serious," Tyler said to his friend with an undertone of disbelief. "I-I mean, we just met two hours ago and now you're giving me this?" It was so hard to believe, and yet the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. It was Adam. They may have just met but it was Adam who approached him, befriended him, helped him. He was the one who smiled at him and argued with him about comics. It was Adam who didn't force him to go through the crowded streets even though he was half-insane and didn't know the reason why Tyler didn't want to. He stood there in silence, thinking about how he should react.
"I can't possibly accept this," he murmured quietly, embarrassed. He glanced sideways at his friend's face. "How much did this cost you? It was probably expensive. I mean, don't you need the money for something else?" he asked Adam softly.