❝ W-woah! Watch where you’re swinging that thing! Even fake weapons hurt like a bitch, when you get hit by them! ❞
The actor held up his hands in defense, though he knew that wouldn’t do much against a prop sword or at least he assumed it was a prop. He had been going on break from rehearsal, when he saw the red headed women swinging an unfamiliar sword around. Zen didn’t even want to even begin talking about her whole out fit. It felt rude to even look at her while she was showing so much skin. He decided the safe option was to look down at his feet.
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