Careful there! Thancred was sharpening some of his throwing knives, and if Felih had hopped three llms to the left... well, best not thought about. He slips his own blades away... somewhere. Some pocket or belt or something -- and he regards Felih with a crooked smirk - and perhaps a bit of surprise. Flattery is always a good first step in getting favors from Thancred, but he's a trifle bemused by the sudden demans.
"Not even a please?" he teases before dropping his gaze to the daggers and then Felih's hands before sliding back up to that eager face and perky ears. "Dare I ask what brought his on? I was under the impression you preferred mending cuts to making them."
While he is willing to offer basic instruction, it just seems so unexpected that he must know why first!
Felih laughs then, before purring at him, "Oh, my apologies- should I bat my lashes and sidle up to you like your many lady loves?" He's teasing, ears wigging playfully as he leans forward and down to get closer, before he changes his expression, pleading eyes and ears pinned back. "My lovely Thancred, won't you pretty please teach me the art of wielding daggers?"
And then, his tail thwacks Thancred lightly on the shoulder as he drops the expression and grins, all mischief and play as ever.
"As for why, well. I figured maybe I should be able to defend myself in close combat..." His smile turns a bit wry. "I'm the lone healer in my team, after all, and once the enemy figures that out, well..." Needless to say, Felih is very often the target of enemy blade and fire alike, and when he's pinned and trapped in close quarters, sometimes cold steel is more efficient to use than a spell that could just as easily harm him as his enemy.
"...That, and Rhok bet me I couldn't do it," he admits after a moment, tail twitching irritably as he remembers his smug-ass, idiot tank's infuriating grin and taunts.
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"Not even a please?" he teases before dropping his gaze to the daggers and then Felih's hands before sliding back up to that eager face and perky ears. "Dare I ask what brought his on? I was under the impression you preferred mending cuts to making them."
While he is willing to offer basic instruction, it just seems so unexpected that he must know why first!
that gagtag was bEAUTIFUL thank you I cracked up
And then, his tail thwacks Thancred lightly on the shoulder as he drops the expression and grins, all mischief and play as ever.
"As for why, well. I figured maybe I should be able to defend myself in close combat..." His smile turns a bit wry. "I'm the lone healer in my team, after all, and once the enemy figures that out, well..." Needless to say, Felih is very often the target of enemy blade and fire alike, and when he's pinned and trapped in close quarters, sometimes cold steel is more efficient to use than a spell that could just as easily harm him as his enemy.
"...That, and Rhok bet me I couldn't do it," he admits after a moment, tail twitching irritably as he remembers his smug-ass, idiot tank's infuriating grin and taunts.