Another curious head tilt. The Mineral Types he was friends with never seemed to have that problem... and when they had met the stone-person version of his first Slammer she could move just fine!
Attempting to sign this... did not translate well. There was a lassoing motion (for Rodeo, of course), followed by the mimicking of the robotic way his friend walked where he did his best to make his boots clank on the ground, then a flexing his arms and mimicking some of the ninja moves Rodeo would make. ... many of which did not really translate well with Garren's tiny, cartoon like form. Cupping where the pink tourmaline necklace that his Slammer had gotten from Tourmaline herself similarly wouldn't mean anything to Ginko, nor would the way he moved his arms after, showing that she also moved.
...realizing that he wasn't too likely to be understood, he let out a deep sigh, crossing his arms before giving a deep huff, shoulders sagging. Maybe if he concentrated really hard, his Slammer would be able to tell through their bond that his interpretation skills were needed...
As luck would have it, Tachibana was not far away and had already been heading Garren's direction. Depending how keep Ginko's eyesight or general levels of observation were, the semi-familiar figure of that idiot who wanted to fight the annoyed wyrm was visibly approaching.
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Attempting to sign this... did not translate well. There was a lassoing motion (for Rodeo, of course), followed by the mimicking of the robotic way his friend walked where he did his best to make his boots clank on the ground, then a flexing his arms and mimicking some of the ninja moves Rodeo would make. ... many of which did not really translate well with Garren's tiny, cartoon like form. Cupping where the pink tourmaline necklace that his Slammer had gotten from Tourmaline herself similarly wouldn't mean anything to Ginko, nor would the way he moved his arms after, showing that she also moved.
...realizing that he wasn't too likely to be understood, he let out a deep sigh, crossing his arms before giving a deep huff, shoulders sagging. Maybe if he concentrated really hard, his Slammer would be able to tell through their bond that his interpretation skills were needed...
As luck would have it, Tachibana was not far away and had already been heading Garren's direction. Depending how keep Ginko's eyesight or general levels of observation were, the semi-familiar figure of that idiot who wanted to fight the annoyed wyrm was visibly approaching.