This... is unexpected. Ginko leans back a little, his shoulders hunching as he twists the fabric of his shirt in his hands. There's a cold feeling not totally unlike fear bunching up in his stomach. He tries as hard as he can to keep his breathing steady.]
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This... is unexpected. Ginko leans back a little, his shoulders hunching as he twists the fabric of his shirt in his hands. There's a cold feeling not totally unlike fear bunching up in his stomach. He tries as hard as he can to keep his breathing steady.]
Wh... what?