[he listens and looks on, still feeling the weight of the knife in his hand. it's an unusual weight, one he is not used to, but it's not one that would hinder his throw much like a dart wouldn't.]
It just means we get to have friendly contests.
[grinning at malone, prompto moves into place in front of the board and takes a few ganders before sending the knife flying towards it.]
[his aim is a little short of perfect, but the butt of the knife is what hits the board, the knife having spun in the air.]
no subject
It just means we get to have friendly contests.
[grinning at malone, prompto moves into place in front of the board and takes a few ganders before sending the knife flying towards it.]
[his aim is a little short of perfect, but the butt of the knife is what hits the board, the knife having spun in the air.]
Oh, the weight does do something.