[Taking turns in looking at both Allen's and Makoto's hands formed into scissors, Gil holds his breath...
W H Y ?!
His face is just as white as the paper he decided to choose when he steps back and hides his hand in one of his pockets. While he would like to pretend that it didn't happen, it's impossible.]
...just promise me that nobody will hear about this.
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W H Y ?!
His face is just as white as the paper he decided to choose when he steps back and hides his hand in one of his pockets. While he would like to pretend that it didn't happen, it's impossible.]
...just promise me that nobody will hear about this.
[He gave up.]