It was worth noting that Eddie had not made a weapon in his life. He was a writer. So Eddie was at a bit of a loss of what he was supposed to do in this situation, eyeing the chunk of metal in his paws. There were books on this stuff, right? Eddie would sure hope so, or else he was practically doomed to failure.
WHY CAN THEY NOT JUST USE THEIR OWN CLAWS AND TEETH? Venom is understandably confused. Eddie was, too. He never got the point, at least not with stuff like ... knives. Eddie himself had paw-hands, but he hasn't figured out a way for other people to hold them besides between his teeth, and doing that .. was imprecise and painful. Sharp metal over claws and teeth were a little better, but come to think of it, Sephiroth hadn't been specific on what to make. But then he'd have to measure out claws and teeth and Eddie didn't know how to make weapons. They didn't even think to ask him, huh? So Eddie shrugs somewhat helplessly, even though his bodymate probably already knows he's confused as all hell.
".. I think that they can be better under certain circumstances," Eddie offers, unsure. Knives could drive deeper, or something along those lines. He hadn't done research on swords or anything, he hadn't had any reason to. For a long moment, there's silence on his bodymate's end. .. THERE'S PROBABLY BOOKS ON IT. They says at last. Eddie just nods. He's not sure the Rosebloods have a library, but Eddie does know he has an obscene amount of books in his collection about god knows what. He'd gotten in the habit of buying and taking in books people didn't want, and god knows how Eddie transported them here. So, Eddie drops the metal to make his way back to his room.
As it happens, he does have a book containing the necessary information, though it took hours to find it with Venom's help. Which was a lot more effort than Eddie had put into anything besides writing in ages and he's kind of pissed about it. But it's fine. He just .. has another thing to work on. A knife. Eddie can't believe he's making a fucking knife with the help of his fucking parasite.
This incredulous thought leads to Venom screeching at him, and Eddie having to apologize. It's a wonder the raccoon hasn't realized he doesn't have to talk out loud. However, after the minute or two it takes to calm down the upset .. crocodile? Venom is a crocodile when physically formed, at least. This is largely besides the point, though.
.. YOU DESIGN IT. AND THEN CUT THE SHAPE OUT OF THE METAL. Venom, still a little upset at him, sounds unsure. They're reading the book for Eddie while the raccoon drags the materials needed into the room. And there's a lot that he needs. "How the fuck do you design a knife?" He says, disgruntled. Learning new skills is very stressful, and especially because weekly tasks probably weren't mandatory but he was too deep in to back out. There's a flash of curious delight from Venom's end, and perhaps if Eddie had been a cat, his fur would have stood up. "You are not designing a knife." He pushes. It'd probably be a very big, dramatic knife. BUT EDDIEEE -- The raccoon shakes his head violently. "No." He repeats. His bodymate lets out the equivalent to a put-off huff.
In the end, they go with a fairly simple dagger design. It's something already in the book that doesn't lead Eddie to getting too frustrated and consequentially ruining his workspace via Venom.
The whole process is .. kind of interesting, kind of miserable. Eddie likes learning new skills, but this just wasn't one that intrigued him a whole ton. They get the knife cut, they treat it, they put the wood on the handle, all of the inbetween steps. It's more of a bonding experience than Eddie would like, but Venom's curious insistence is keeping him too balanced to shake him off. It's just a little infuriating, but only because Eddie is so insistent on staying pissed at his other for their extremely rocky start. In all fairness, it was less than a month ago.
.. The dagger, once it's finished, isn't terrible. Venom ends up insisting they keep this one in their room for some reason, and Eddie is too mentally worn to argue, so he just places it in his bag. They aren't going to use it. Chances are it'll just be some kind of trophy. For what, Eddie is too afraid to ask.
It becomes a little more comfortable to do again once Eddie is more comfortable with the motions. Venom has gone mostly quiet once they were less needed, probably because they were in a public place. By this point, he's near finishing his second knife. His paws are a little burned but otherwise, he seems content to keep on with his task. It's a taxing, time-consuming thing, but, well, he'll at least be doing something for his groupmates, even if it was small. ... Not that they'd given him a lot of reason to care about giving them stuff besides home him here, but this is besides the point.

[[got bored of writing this by the end + this is very long for no reason im so sorry]]

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