Because you have asked extensively for lessons and have been consistently turned down, haven't you?
[Behold, Tavros, we call this deadpan. It's a sacred art, like slam poetry. You could say there are two types of highbloods, even! Those who indulge in slampoetry and die in stupid ways, and those who deadpan their way into a dignified grave when they're old enough to need a cane.]
Then I suppose you think you ready to try, then.
[He shoves the lump of metal into the water again, watching it sizzle brightly and then moves towards the workbench, passing very close to where Tavros is and ever so casually putting said hammer in his hands.
...did he forget to mention that the hammer weights kind of like a ton or two? Whoopsie. Try not to break your metal toes with that, boy.]
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Because you have asked extensively for lessons and have been consistently turned down, haven't you?
[Behold, Tavros, we call this deadpan. It's a sacred art, like slam poetry. You could say there are two types of highbloods, even! Those who indulge in slampoetry and die in stupid ways, and those who deadpan their way into a dignified grave when they're old enough to need a cane.]
Then I suppose you think you ready to try, then.
[He shoves the lump of metal into the water again, watching it sizzle brightly and then moves towards the workbench, passing very close to where Tavros is and ever so casually putting said hammer in his hands.
...did he forget to mention that the hammer weights kind of like a ton or two? Whoopsie. Try not to break your metal toes with that, boy.]