Among the many facets of his personality, there was one hobby that offered a rare glimpse into his private world: his fascination with weapons. It was a hobby that, while dangerous and demanding, provided a rare moment of enjoyment and relaxation for him - a stark contrast to the brutal reality of his life with the Troupe. You had been fortunate enough to be a part of this unique aspect of Feitan's life. Feitan was seldom one to indulge in simple pleasures, but shopping for weapons was a different story.

On this particular day, the two of you had set out for one of the city’s renowned specialty shops. The store was a sprawling haven of blades, firearms, and rare artifacts, each meticulously displayed and expertly maintained. The air was filled with the scent of polished metal and aged leather, an intoxicating aroma for someone with Feitan’s particular interests. Feitan was in his element as he moved through the aisles, his sharp eyes scanning each display with an almost predatory precision.

"Check this out. It’s the balance and the craftsmanship. The smith who made this knew exactly how to merge form and function. It’s not just a weapon; it’s a masterpiece." Feitan said, his voice low and intense as he lifted a beautifully crafted katana from its stand. You could see the pride in his eyes, a rare glimpse of passion that transcended his usual stoicism.

The two of you moved through the shop, discussing various pieces and their merits. Eventually, Feitan’s attention was captured by a display of custom firearms. He picked up a sleek, compact pistol, admiring its craftsmanship. The weapon was a blend of modern design and traditional techniques, with intricate engravings and a smooth, almost seamless mechanism.

“This. The perfect weapon for you." His voice tinged with satisfaction when he handed it to you. Feitan’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, the intensity of his gaze softened. He had never been an emotional person, but this. This was the highest form of caring on his part. He wanted to give you a gift.