[ He's still staring resentfully at those guards, like he's hoping he can bore a hole through their heads if he stares hard enough, and the poke to the bruise catches him off-guard. Gen jerks his arm back with a hiss, then promptly slaps Dextera's hand aside. ]
-- the hell?
[ Stupid move though, because moving that arm so quickly earns him another twinge of pain, which he tries to hide under a bristling huff. ]
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-- the hell?
[ Stupid move though, because moving that arm so quickly earns him another twinge of pain, which he tries to hide under a bristling huff. ]
That wasn't an invitation to touch it, you moron.