It's the exact same tone and volume he used when he was slamming Ginko's face into the dirt just an hour or two ago.
The look on his face doesn't change at all. He doesn't bother to look Ginko in the eye, doesn't even look at 'Ginko' at all. Ginko's status with Foster might be approximated as somewhere below 'malfunctioning television.' He just grabs Ginko by the face, covering the man's mouth with his hand as he climbs on top of him, and seats himself straddling Ginko's chest.
The fact that he's not wearing a shirt probably makes this that much more uncomfortable for Ginko, but Foster isn't interested in Ginko's comfort right now. He's not wasting any more effort on him. And he's not in the mood for words anyway.
Clamping down on Ginko's chest with his legs, he holds Ginko's face still with his left hand before reaching out over Ginko's open socket to pinch the stem of the rose between his right thumb and forefinger.
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It's the exact same tone and volume he used when he was slamming Ginko's face into the dirt just an hour or two ago.
The look on his face doesn't change at all. He doesn't bother to look Ginko in the eye, doesn't even look at 'Ginko' at all. Ginko's status with Foster might be approximated as somewhere below 'malfunctioning television.' He just grabs Ginko by the face, covering the man's mouth with his hand as he climbs on top of him, and seats himself straddling Ginko's chest.
The fact that he's not wearing a shirt probably makes this that much more uncomfortable for Ginko, but Foster isn't interested in Ginko's comfort right now. He's not wasting any more effort on him. And he's not in the mood for words anyway.
Clamping down on Ginko's chest with his legs, he holds Ginko's face still with his left hand before reaching out over Ginko's open socket to pinch the stem of the rose between his right thumb and forefinger.