[ha, it takes Tek a minute to realize that he should probably take his glasses off because he can't see a damn thing inside. But, once he does that, he wanders over past the big impressive two-handed weapons, and toward the racks of smaller, keener blades in the back.]
I want something that isn't going to annoy me to carry around all the time. Something...
[he picks up the first blade that halfway matches what he's envisioning in his head, unsheathes it... and then gives the thing an effortless twirl as he pivots on the balls of his feet--ending with the blade pointed casually at Robin, probably far closer than most shop-keepers would have been comfortable with, held easy and balanced, aimed at his eyes]
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I want something that isn't going to annoy me to carry around all the time. Something...
[he picks up the first blade that halfway matches what he's envisioning in his head, unsheathes it... and then gives the thing an effortless twirl as he pivots on the balls of his feet--ending with the blade pointed casually at Robin, probably far closer than most shop-keepers would have been comfortable with, held easy and balanced, aimed at his eyes]