[Well, bullet dodged with that “even if you were not friends” addition. She was this close to scrounging up some protest.]
Right. [A nod, and an attempt to settle the not-quite-formed irritation.] Noble goal.
[With that, a glance aside, to the keyboard, back down again as Aubrey finally types up the measurements. She’s poking at the buttons with one finger; very experienced texter, this one.
[Absently,] You just make swords for everyone around here?
I do not think I make them any faster than most humans would. However, I do not require rest or water, so I can continue making them where humans will grow weary and hot and cease their work.
[Grabted he did have some Adults that would kindly drag him out of the forge to make him eat food that he technically did not need.]
[Numbers sent, and with that she’s looking at him with narrowed eyes again.]
You… look pretty human to me. From what I can make out. [Maybe a bold claim from someone with bright pink hair? Not to mention everything about sleeping for years. But still.]
[Oh, so that’s why he seemed just a little uncanny. But more importantly…
[Aubrey frowns for a moment. Does she really want to get into what makes humans human? Does it matter, even? Eh, her brain’s not made for deep philosophy crap—and moreover, why dash the kid’s dreams?]
…Yeah. The heart’s a start, I guess. [Very decisive reply!] You really could’ve fooled me, so… I think you’re on your way.
Should have been there for the shampoo eating incident
You know, I’ll take your word for it. [On the sword knowledge, she means. Not even being sarcastic; if anyone would be a sword expert, it’s someone raised by blacksmiths.]
Oh, that reminds me— uh, if it’s worth mentioning, I’ve… never used a sword before. Eren will help with that, but ah…
[Crap. She’d thought about asking the swordmaker for instruction directly, and then she saw a very youthful puppet-person. And it’s not that she doesn’t want Eren’s instruction, just…]
What would you recommend? [There, keep it vague.] For learning, and stuff.
Oh! I will give you one of my dull swords for practice too then!
[He gets excited enough that he hops off whatever he’s sitting on top preemptively start looking through his “wonky” swords- but then paused- oh he could offer her more than that, couldn’t he?]
I am not so good at fighting, but I can teach you proper forms! I was taught how to test swords, so I know many techniques and forms- but not when to use them.
Yes! Sometimes when I make swords I make mistakes, so they are not good swords for real fighting, but they are good for practice fighting because they are not very sharp.
[Of course he was taught with wooden swords, but he didn’t know how to make those.]
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[Well, bullet dodged with that “even if you were not friends” addition. She was this close to scrounging up some protest.]
Right. [A nod, and an attempt to settle the not-quite-formed irritation.] Noble goal.
[With that, a glance aside, to the keyboard, back down again as Aubrey finally types up the measurements. She’s poking at the buttons with one finger; very experienced texter, this one.
[Absently,] You just make swords for everyone around here?
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[He shifts a little, growing a bit bashful and awkward for a moment.]
I do not know other ways to help, so I make swords.
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[Pause. Aubrey is not the best person to ask about helping, so rewinding to that first part:]
You make these swords pretty fast, huh?
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[Grabted he did have some Adults that would kindly drag him out of the forge to make him eat food that he technically did not need.]
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[Numbers sent, and with that she’s looking at him with narrowed eyes again.]
You… look pretty human to me. From what I can make out. [Maybe a bold claim from someone with bright pink hair? Not to mention everything about sleeping for years. But still.]
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[He says with a giggle. Though he does remember that most people don’t realize he’s a puppet until he tells them, whoops.]
I like humans very much though, and I wish to be one! So I am happy you thought I was a human! That means I am getting better at it!
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[A wish…]
[Aubrey sits back, folding her spare arm behind her head.] Kanoa… If it’s not too personal, was that your wish? When you got here.
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[He’s not sure how that works, maybe this was just a temporary heart? It was made of glass so it was rather fragile…
Oh well, he liked it here anyway so he was happy to stay!]
I just need to finish my learning now I think. I keep forgetting to blink.
“I keep forgetting to blink” I love him
[Oh, so that’s why he seemed just a little uncanny. But more importantly…
[Aubrey frowns for a moment. Does she really want to get into what makes humans human? Does it matter, even? Eh, her brain’s not made for deep philosophy crap—and moreover, why dash the kid’s dreams?]
…Yeah. The heart’s a start, I guess. [Very decisive reply!] You really could’ve fooled me, so… I think you’re on your way.
Should have been there for the shampoo eating incident
[He nods like this is important knowledge, and not the fact that he’s only got three years of life experience under his belt.]
I know much about swords though, so you need not fret over that!
Eren’s mun has told me about that! what a guy
[He’s not wrong!]
You know, I’ll take your word for it. [On the sword knowledge, she means. Not even being sarcastic; if anyone would be a sword expert, it’s someone raised by blacksmiths.]
Oh, that reminds me— uh, if it’s worth mentioning, I’ve… never used a sword before. Eren will help with that, but ah…
[Crap. She’d thought about asking the swordmaker for instruction directly, and then she saw a very youthful puppet-person. And it’s not that she doesn’t want Eren’s instruction, just…]
What would you recommend? [There, keep it vague.] For learning, and stuff.
He’s a dumb precious baby doomed by the narrative
[He gets excited enough that he hops off whatever he’s sitting on top preemptively start looking through his “wonky” swords- but then paused- oh he could offer her more than that, couldn’t he?]
I am not so good at fighting, but I can teach you proper forms! I was taught how to test swords, so I know many techniques and forms- but not when to use them.
oh fun!
“Too”?
[Kanoa’s going to get himself multiple hearts at this rate.]
And forms… Yeah, I’d appreciate that. [Aubrey rubs at her neck, looking awkwardly aside.] Are you really sure you don’t want anything?
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[Of course he was taught with wooden swords, but he didn’t know how to make those.]
I just want to help. That makes me happy.
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[He must be absolutely drowning in swords.]
…Hah, alright. [Sweet kid. Puppet…-kid. She smiles, faintly.] Thanks, Kanoa.