[that gets a little bristle out of him, tensing up against the tingle of the press of Grey's fingers. Manabu's ears perk and then flatten, at a loss as to whether to telegraph alarm or wariness, so why not both while his expression is radiating a fluster.]
Wh...why is that, huh-? [he squeezes his tail a little tighter as much to have a tether as it is to keep it from twitching out of his grip.]
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Wh...why is that, huh-? [he squeezes his tail a little tighter as much to have a tether as it is to keep it from twitching out of his grip.]