Not for me. [ Too bad for Dokja, Gen doesn't dwell on that provocation at the moment, deadpanning a hard response almost before Dokja's finished speaking that last word. ] For you.
[ And with that he draws a half-step closer. His hand never strays from the handle of his weapons, but it's clearly more a preacaution than a warning; having accepted that throwing hands isn't the best way to go about things at this moment, he's instead looking to depend on words, for once.
Which might not be so bad this time. He has something that comes to mind, after all.
His gaze remains fixed sharp on Dokja's face as he continues, keeping his words deliberately slow and flat. ]
People on this side were talking about you, y'know. Had no idea you were going around asking so many people to beat on you. You get your kicks from that kinda shit? S'that all this is? Trying to get your rocks off?
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[ And with that he draws a half-step closer. His hand never strays from the handle of his weapons, but it's clearly more a preacaution than a warning; having accepted that throwing hands isn't the best way to go about things at this moment, he's instead looking to depend on words, for once.
Which might not be so bad this time. He has something that comes to mind, after all.
His gaze remains fixed sharp on Dokja's face as he continues, keeping his words deliberately slow and flat. ]
People on this side were talking about you, y'know. Had no idea you were going around asking so many people to beat on you. You get your kicks from that kinda shit? S'that all this is? Trying to get your rocks off?