Nonso's eyes widened slightly at the machete appearing out of thin air again.
"You really are a movie junkie, T'Challa's Tooth?" Helen said with a smirk.
"Hey, I didn't name it," Timothy shrugged, still admiring the weapon.
It did look cooler than he'd given it credit for.
"I'm more into daggers and piercing weapons myself…" Nonso admitted, and without thinking, he reached out and took the machete from Timothy.
The moment he held it, the blade dropped straight to the ground with a heavy thud, pinning itself in the dirt.
"…But damn, it's heavy," he finished.
He hadn't meant to break character, but it slipped out before he could catch himself.
The etched panther on the blade seemed to dim in response.
Timothy chuckled.
Nonso reminded him of a little brother, someone he naturally felt more relaxed around.
"Not really," Timothy said as the scarf on his arm unfurled, floating toward the machete.
With effortless grace, it pulled the weapon free and returned it to his hand.
