[The top's lifted, and once the weapon inside's exposed Hope gazes down upon it for a moment. He almost seems unsure, but then—he's reaching to peel first one glove off then the other, shifting the box in his arms as he does so before simply setting it down beside him in the sand entirely as he lifts the knife out.
Its full weight resting cold against his palm, Hope curls his fingers around the handle for a moment: right where it's connected with the sheath. Silent save for a quiet breath, he slides it out carefully until it's finally fallen free of its covering. A finger carefully traces the blade, the engraving, briefly resting on the subtly-carved letters.
He's managed to kept most of the emotion out of his face, but after a moment, the knife's re-sheathed. Gripping it in a fist, almost protectively, Hope immediately turns toward Lightning and...
Well, hugs her.
Or at least, an awkward boyish sort of halfway-hug with one arm. It's over in a matter of seconds, both of them with tough-guy reputations to maintain (fffff), and he pushes the handle back the slightest bit again. The hint of metal gleams with the reflecting Moon.]
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Its full weight resting cold against his palm, Hope curls his fingers around the handle for a moment: right where it's connected with the sheath. Silent save for a quiet breath, he slides it out carefully until it's finally fallen free of its covering. A finger carefully traces the blade, the engraving, briefly resting on the subtly-carved letters.
He's managed to kept most of the emotion out of his face, but after a moment, the knife's re-sheathed. Gripping it in a fist, almost protectively, Hope immediately turns toward Lightning and...
Well, hugs her.
Or at least, an awkward boyish sort of halfway-hug with one arm. It's over in a matter of seconds, both of them with tough-guy reputations to maintain (fffff), and he pushes the handle back the slightest bit again. The hint of metal gleams with the reflecting Moon.]
Wow, I... I don't know what to say.