[Yoshitsugu does not move to take it; his own hand flutters over his facecloth for a few seconds more, unsure in one of the few ways he ever is, before letting it drop to his side. He shakes his head a fraction, then speaks in a rather crackled voice.]
In a moment.
[His eyes squeeze shut; Tsubaki runs up to the stranger and flies up in front of him. She's obviously worried, feeling her partner's discomfort.]
Do not come close, unless you want to be infected.
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In a moment.
[His eyes squeeze shut; Tsubaki runs up to the stranger and flies up in front of him. She's obviously worried, feeling her partner's discomfort.]
Do not come close, unless you want to be infected.