[He looks at it sideways, takes it slowly, like someone might reach for a dog they aren't confident won't snap at them. When Ichimatsu lifts it from her with both hands, he rubs it back and forth between both sets of thumb and index fingers. Huh - weird. It's kinda just similar to yarn. His cats back home would love the stuff... man, now he's kind of jealous that he can't make something like that whenever he wants to.]
[She questions him, and he looks a bit startled.]
O-oh, yeah.
[Hastily Ichimatsu hikes up one sleeve and twirls one end of the webbing into loops around his forearm. Without waiting for any further prompting, he winds up and lets loose with the coil, watching it sail towards the nearest crate. Ah... good. Looks like all that baseball that Jyushimatsu dragged him into paid off. It would have been embarrassing if he'd missed after all that.]
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[She questions him, and he looks a bit startled.]
O-oh, yeah.
[Hastily Ichimatsu hikes up one sleeve and twirls one end of the webbing into loops around his forearm. Without waiting for any further prompting, he winds up and lets loose with the coil, watching it sail towards the nearest crate. Ah... good. Looks like all that baseball that Jyushimatsu dragged him into paid off. It would have been embarrassing if he'd missed after all that.]