down, sword hand!

☀ — “Are you really so willing for a stranger?” It seemed the other was, as Guy watched him sit and extend a hand. “Well, I accept your forwardness my friend!” Soon the two have grasped hands and Guy is smiling like there’s no tomorrow.

Owain can’t help but match the other’s grin. Not too many people were open to his forward personality, so he’s excited beyond belief. 

“You! I can sense... a strong power coming from within your fleshy vessel!”

Owain is gripping at the wrist of his hand while it shakes violently, as if it has a mind of its own and is ready to pounce at any moment.

“My sword hand... it’s reacting...!” 

“Ohhhhh, I see. I guess I do that too, but I don’t really see how it makes a weapon special or nothin’.”

The exorcist shrugs, staring down the wooden sword. Hey, he’s got something like that too- a play weapon. He pulls out a small toy hammer- it’s almost embarrassing how weak it seems compared to his proper innocence.

“’Aight, let’s strike a deal. You imbue this thing one of your names, I’ll let you in on some interesting info, got it?”

“A hammer?” Owain taps his chin in deep thought. “This might take a while, my friend.”

Every weapon has its merits, no matter how strong or weak it is. It’s important to make sure he names it something memorable, especially since he’s trying to impress this guy who--so far--hasn’t seemed very enthused about anything Owain says. And, admittedly, he can’t stop thinking about this “interesting info” Lavi mentioned.