There were benefits to a Magus' picturesque sense of memory. Numbers and words rattled off easily to him. The explanation given to him was simple and while he should have had the compulsion to think of a way out of the situation, Shirou found himself glowering at the fine bow he was given. There was a faint trace of a scar on one of his hands--a blemish that he was supposed to take as the last vestige of a career in archery.
It was his weapon of choice in some situations, but it seemed more like a little jab in his personal direction after he mulled it over. Shirou wished he had a better complaint. He was dressed conspicuously--wearing a plain white t-shirt and jeans with sneakers as if he were out on the town doing errands. Slung over his right shoulder was his bag--complete with the few extra items left to him. With a huff, Shirou regarded the bow.
"I already know I can't break this string in good sense. Fixing it would be way too difficult and restringing it seems pointless when it's that strong a wire..." He smiled, trying to ignore the insult of the gift, admiring what he was given while standing on the outside of the Transport Room. Shirou might have looked fairly absent-minded.
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It was his weapon of choice in some situations, but it seemed more like a little jab in his personal direction after he mulled it over. Shirou wished he had a better complaint. He was dressed conspicuously--wearing a plain white t-shirt and jeans with sneakers as if he were out on the town doing errands. Slung over his right shoulder was his bag--complete with the few extra items left to him. With a huff, Shirou regarded the bow.
"I already know I can't break this string in good sense. Fixing it would be way too difficult and restringing it seems pointless when it's that strong a wire..." He smiled, trying to ignore the insult of the gift, admiring what he was given while standing on the outside of the Transport Room. Shirou might have looked fairly absent-minded.