Hm. [It's not enough of a sound to be a chuckle, but Jason had perhaps enjoyed the exercise a little too much. Not necessarily at her expense, more so at being able to wield a sword again. He walks over to a bench and picks up two bottles of water and two towels, walking over and offering her one of each. He wipes his own towel across his face, drapes it on his shoulder, and unscrews the cap.]
With a real sword? I guess about eight or nine years. Before that it was a wooden one.
[It's pretty obvious that he's a teenager, but he says it to where it doesn't SEEM like he's messing with you. Why someone is out there giving a seven year old a real sword is anyone's guess.]
no subject
With a real sword? I guess about eight or nine years. Before that it was a wooden one.
[It's pretty obvious that he's a teenager, but he says it to where it doesn't SEEM like he's messing with you. Why someone is out there giving a seven year old a real sword is anyone's guess.]