[Marinette won't have to worry long. Even as she's looking, there's the shuffle of someone coming to join her looking over the weapons. It's a teenager that's way too damn tall, a black beanie with a pom perched snuggly on his head... and a bright red yoyo rolling up and down from palm to the ground where it just barely doesn't touch.]
Staff.
[It's a muttered answer, one that shows his brain isn't really focusing on the conversation on hand. The yoyo 'string' shines a little too brightly.]
physical training (weaponized yoyo buddies??)
Staff.
[It's a muttered answer, one that shows his brain isn't really focusing on the conversation on hand. The yoyo 'string' shines a little too brightly.]