[ He can very vaguely sense the canned air being sprayed into his joint; it's an odd sensation, but it isn't unpleasant at least. He closes his eyes at he lets Gladio work, thinking of how he'll repay him for doing this for him. Might as well splurge and get some real ramen for dinner one night...
But then when he speaks again and the bursts of air in his joints stop, Genji's spine goes ram rod straight. He turns around awkwardly since his sense of balance is slightly off, eyes wide. ] What did you just say?
[ There isn't any confusion on his face though, the exact opposite. More like... the whiplash of realization. Dun dun. ]
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But then when he speaks again and the bursts of air in his joints stop, Genji's spine goes ram rod straight. He turns around awkwardly since his sense of balance is slightly off, eyes wide. ] What did you just say?
[ There isn't any confusion on his face though, the exact opposite. More like... the whiplash of realization. Dun dun. ]