DANTE
Dante had never watched anything so intently in his life as he did when the towering man created something out of thin air. He couldn't make heads or tails of the glow that had appeared between his hands, but he didn't need to understand the specifics to be in complete awe when a bow was suddenly being held out to him.
It was certainly gorgeous, and if this was now his, most definitely the nicest thing he owned in this new world. Granted, that wasn't hard to do in either this world or the last.
He's careful as he takes hold of the lacquered bow, watching as the man showcases the correct way to handle such a weapon. It's a quick demonstration but for once he's silent as he does his best to follow the motions. His movements are clumsy for the first go and after a frustrated groan he tries again, reworking his grip on the bow itself and pulling back as far as his arm will let him with three fingers on the string.
"Like this?"
To make it up to you
let me spin and excite you
let me spin and excite you
