[ Once he's released, Gino stumbled forward a bit in order to regain his footing. The knife makes a dull clunk sound as it hits the floor of the jungle. Swallowing and rolling his shoulder, he thinks of his next words carefully. ]
Whatever.
[ Brushing it off, because what else can he do at this point? ]
Look away or shut your eyes; I don't think Tsunemori will forgive me if you die from some jungle related illness.
no subject
Whatever.
[ Brushing it off, because what else can he do at this point? ]
Look away or shut your eyes; I don't think Tsunemori will forgive me if you die from some jungle related illness.