you're the type who just doesn't believe in the concept of relaxation huh
okay, paid vacation but its for your short amount of free time when you're not busy and you get free massages and cocktails and beach trips i think that sounds nice
[He looks as excited as he feels, like a golden retriever about to show a favorite toy - Hansa ushers the other in, before shutting the door and going back towards the kitchen.]
[Waver practically jumped back to put his back to the door in brief and sudden alarm, looking like he had all but seen a ghost. Swiftly reminding himself Hansa could have killed him eight times over by now if he wanted, it took considerable effort to stop his voice jumping three octaves in fear and negotiate that down to just one.]
...? Oh, in my cutlery drawer. It popped up like a lot of other random stuff that I've found.
[He's still eager, but in a questioning sort of way, like a dog who's brought in a live rat to present to its owner and isn't sure why the owner is freaking out. He's still holding the Black Keys.]
[He grimaces, slightly, before the swords disappear, leaving the handles. He puts them aside on a nearby table, before approaching Waver.]
[Its funny, that sometimes, talking to the man, its easy to forget that whatever past he had, the man he was...that was a direct threat to everything he stood for.]
[He reaches out hesitantly to his shoulder, tone instantly serious.]
Hey. I'm sorry about that. I promise, I'd never attack you.
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