[ On the one hand, it makes her feel a little squirmy inside to see him examining it so closely - he doesn't have any idea what he's holding, of course, but Ryoko still feels a little jittery about it, like she's the one under such close scrutiny. And yet at the same time... it feels a little gratifying to see something so precious to her be treated with the awe and care she feels it deserves.
She shifts her weight a little from one foot to the other and – doesn't relax, because Ryoko never relaxes, but softens just a bit. ]
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She shifts her weight a little from one foot to the other and – doesn't relax, because Ryoko never relaxes, but softens just a bit. ]
... It's mine. We call it a "Sandglass".