Over the years, Ren had gotten these odd weapons from the Polluted Zone and was used to their quirky behaviors.
The red blade wanted his blood in exchange. Since he was alive, he could constantly meet its needs, which was relatively simple for Ren. But this dark longsword? It was a handful. Ren preferred not to use it unless he had to.
Chuckling, it replied, "I'd like to watch a orca's tongue kiss for three minutes."
Frustration evident on his face, Ren responded through clenched teeth, "Pick something else."
"Fine then. I'd love to see you tangled up by the Kraken. I've never gotten the chance to see her. Those red tendrils must be fascinating."
The thing that made the black sword stand out was its eyes. They had a weird hobby: they loved watching unusual and intriguing events.
Feeling exasperated, Ren was about to put the sword away.
"Hey now, don't lose your temper. You find this amusing too, right?"
Creation is hard, cheer me up!