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[totally chilling in the biodome, tossing his fancy new keyblades around since yesterday he didn't really get much practice in at all stupid skirt. he got identical keychains from Momo and Rolo, but the keys they made are quite different.
the one from Momo is slender and silver, its polished surface glimmering in the sunlight. the little seafoam-green leaves along the weapon's length are brighter in the morning sun, as are the little peaches here and there - skypeach, he's calling it. the one from Rolo is, in contrast, a much darker weapon. seeming to be comprised of dark wings woven together, it appears to be wrapped partially in tattered bandages, the hand guards made of thick silver chains. at the base of the hilt is something familiar; it looks like Rolo's locket.
he's not entirely sure what he wants to call the second one, only just having made use of that keychain for...reasons. he figures he'll debate it as he juggles his weapons, along with pondering something quite important]
Wonder if he'll wanna fight today...?
the one from Momo is slender and silver, its polished surface glimmering in the sunlight. the little seafoam-green leaves along the weapon's length are brighter in the morning sun, as are the little peaches here and there - skypeach, he's calling it. the one from Rolo is, in contrast, a much darker weapon. seeming to be comprised of dark wings woven together, it appears to be wrapped partially in tattered bandages, the hand guards made of thick silver chains. at the base of the hilt is something familiar; it looks like Rolo's locket.
he's not entirely sure what he wants to call the second one, only just having made use of that keychain for...reasons. he figures he'll debate it as he juggles his weapons, along with pondering something quite important]
Wonder if he'll wanna fight today...?