[ ... is that tail for real? Ernesto might notice the way Gen's gaze is immediately drawn to the wagging tail, squinting at it in scrutiny as if unsure of what he's even looking at. Everything about his gaze suggests a sort of baffled curiosity that Ernesto's probably unaccustomed to.
But Gen's also too riled up and wary to drop his guard for long -- he quickly returns his gaze upwards when the bread's offered forth once more, studying Ernesto's expression intensely for a good, long moment. Searching for some indication of malice or condescension.
There's no warning before he reaches forward to snatch it from Ernesto's hand. ]
I don't owe you anything.
[ A declaration, not a question. He refuses to feel any debt for something that was offered to him first. In truth, it rankles at him to accept any charity at all, but he has to grudgingly accept that he's pretty exhausted from spending every evening nursing fresh bruises. ]
i'd love to play an arknights but icons are a nightmare to wrangle haha, so all my respect!
But Gen's also too riled up and wary to drop his guard for long -- he quickly returns his gaze upwards when the bread's offered forth once more, studying Ernesto's expression intensely for a good, long moment. Searching for some indication of malice or condescension.
There's no warning before he reaches forward to snatch it from Ernesto's hand. ]
I don't owe you anything.
[ A declaration, not a question. He refuses to feel any debt for something that was offered to him first. In truth, it rankles at him to accept any charity at all, but he has to grudgingly accept that he's pretty exhausted from spending every evening nursing fresh bruises. ]