[ Gen meets Makoto's stare evenly enough -- probably a moderately respectable feat for a regular highschool student, a hint that as human as he is, it's not a completely mundane life he's led -- but his brow furrows when he hears that faux-amiable tone of voice the other employs. Lower eyelid tensing in a not-so-subtle show of distaste.
It pisses him off, that pretense at pleasantry. But even more than that, it reminds him of some of the shitty, manipulative people he knows (knew?) back home. People he knows he should be wary of, even if he'll die before admitting out loud that he's cautious of them. That glib shrug earns a low huff, equally tailored to seem casual, and Gen scuffs a hand through his hair. ]
Didn't say it's a crime, but it's pointless. Asking the people you've been asking. [ Gen very much gives off the impression of being a delinquent thug, which he is, but he's also just a little bit shrewder than the dumb muscle he looks like; it hadn't escaped his notice that Makoto had talked to a few other people before meandering his way. ] You think anyone who knows what's gonna happen to us would just be sitting around all quiet and obedient? If you really cared about what's gonna happen to us, you'd be asking them.
[ It's punctuated by a jerk of the head towards the myriad soldiers scattered around -- a challenge and an accusation rolled into one. Calling Makoto cowardly, underhanded for only talking to his fellow prisoners, because the lack of bruises on that pretty face hasn't gone unnoticed, and Gen stares him down after making his point. Predatorily looking for a reaction, as most thugs are wont to do. ]
it's such a great series! i have an old journal for datenshou i'd love to dust off someday hehe 😌
It pisses him off, that pretense at pleasantry. But even more than that, it reminds him of some of the shitty, manipulative people he knows (knew?) back home. People he knows he should be wary of, even if he'll die before admitting out loud that he's cautious of them. That glib shrug earns a low huff, equally tailored to seem casual, and Gen scuffs a hand through his hair. ]
Didn't say it's a crime, but it's pointless. Asking the people you've been asking. [ Gen very much gives off the impression of being a delinquent thug, which he is, but he's also just a little bit shrewder than the dumb muscle he looks like; it hadn't escaped his notice that Makoto had talked to a few other people before meandering his way. ] You think anyone who knows what's gonna happen to us would just be sitting around all quiet and obedient? If you really cared about what's gonna happen to us, you'd be asking them.
[ It's punctuated by a jerk of the head towards the myriad soldiers scattered around -- a challenge and an accusation rolled into one. Calling Makoto cowardly, underhanded for only talking to his fellow prisoners, because the lack of bruises on that pretty face hasn't gone unnoticed, and Gen stares him down after making his point. Predatorily looking for a reaction, as most thugs are wont to do. ]