Ginko doesn't notice at first. But then he glimpses a bloom of yellow out of the corner of his eye, turns to face them - and then stares.
He doesn't move to lean toward them or flinch away, and he certainly makes no move to touch the flowers... not at first, anyway.
After a few seconds, he opens up his pack and pulls out a pair of gloves and a small jar. He leans over just in time to catch one of the falling flowers in the container, closing it up with a cork a moment later.
He only takes a moment to examine the rapidly-drying flower inside the jar before stowing it back in his box. He'll look into that more later. In the meantime, he sits back and watches in silence as the flowers keep replacing themselves.
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He doesn't move to lean toward them or flinch away, and he certainly makes no move to touch the flowers... not at first, anyway.
After a few seconds, he opens up his pack and pulls out a pair of gloves and a small jar. He leans over just in time to catch one of the falling flowers in the container, closing it up with a cork a moment later.
He only takes a moment to examine the rapidly-drying flower inside the jar before stowing it back in his box. He'll look into that more later. In the meantime, he sits back and watches in silence as the flowers keep replacing themselves.