[ The chaos doesn't seem to be making the eels very happy. Or whatever's setting them off.
Ginko leans against the side of one of the more open tanks, peering down, sleeves of his loose white shirt already cuffed. It's obviously dangerous to just shove hands right into the water so he's not—his eye (yes, just one, the other covered by a swing of bangs) scanning the surface and along the curls of slippery bodies. ]
... We'll never save them this way.
[ We as a collective; a collective that isn't very cohesive. Looking up, his bright gaze settles on someone who doesn't seem to be terrified (you?),]
Mind helping me out?
[ Despite the urgency, this guy seems pretty calm, speaking in a low, almost soothing voice. ]
( frog friends. )
[ Creepy? Eh. Ginko doesn't seem to mind, sitting cross legged in one of the local transit spaces, casually smoking as several frogs hop onto his shoulders and knees. Kinda gross, sure, but their ooze doesn't bother him. It's almost kind of soothing—not the actual slippery junk, no, but having the frogs around. The only movements he really makes are to hook his cigarette between his fingers and pull it free from his lips, breathing out a line of smoke.
Only suddenly, he speaks, chin tilted up so he can stare at the person passing without blinking, ]
You should go back the way you came.
( Horrifying Hentai. )
[ Well. This is interesting.
The latest drop in the bucket of ayakashi antics just so happens to be a very needy tentacle monster, dragging itself across the ground and keening with some unseen mouth, wiggling its tendrils, desperately looking for senpai. Too bad senpai left screaming his bloody head off. ]
... Seriously? [ He's brushing a hand through his hair, looking particularly exasperated with this one. ] If they're so freaked out, why do they watch this stuff to begin with?
ginko ☂ mushishi ☂ shinki
[ The chaos doesn't seem to be making the eels very happy. Or whatever's setting them off.
Ginko leans against the side of one of the more open tanks, peering down, sleeves of his loose white shirt already cuffed. It's obviously dangerous to just shove hands right into the water so he's not—his eye (yes, just one, the other covered by a swing of bangs) scanning the surface and along the curls of slippery bodies. ]
... We'll never save them this way.
[ We as a collective; a collective that isn't very cohesive. Looking up, his bright gaze settles on someone who doesn't seem to be terrified (you?),]
Mind helping me out?
[ Despite the urgency, this guy seems pretty calm, speaking in a low, almost soothing voice. ]
( frog friends. )
[ Creepy? Eh. Ginko doesn't seem to mind, sitting cross legged in one of the local transit spaces, casually smoking as several frogs hop onto his shoulders and knees. Kinda gross, sure, but their ooze doesn't bother him. It's almost kind of soothing—not the actual slippery junk, no, but having the frogs around. The only movements he really makes are to hook his cigarette between his fingers and pull it free from his lips, breathing out a line of smoke.
Only suddenly, he speaks, chin tilted up so he can stare at the person passing without blinking, ]
You should go back the way you came.
( Horrifying Hentai. )
[ Well. This is interesting.
The latest drop in the bucket of ayakashi antics just so happens to be a very needy tentacle monster, dragging itself across the ground and keening with some unseen mouth, wiggling its tendrils, desperately looking for senpai. Too bad senpai left screaming his bloody head off. ]
... Seriously? [ He's brushing a hand through his hair, looking particularly exasperated with this one. ] If they're so freaked out, why do they watch this stuff to begin with?