[ He feigns disinterest in what Makoto's saying, busying his (cleaner) hand picking at the meager remains of his rations to find the piece that looks the least unappetizing to chew at, but Makoto might notice the way Gen's gaze flickers up to study him a little too sharply for a moment or two. Shrewd and observant despite that pretense at delinquent apathy.
The way this guy talks about hypothetically leaving this place ... either he's truly delusional (and thus a threat in his own right) or he really was (is?) a demon of considerable ability back where he's from. Strong enough to deal with all these soldiers and their strange weaponry? Skilled enough to evacuate this place, when they don't even know how they've been brought here? Really? It's a ludicrous thought that Gen has a hard time accepting, and even if he does force himself to absorb it, that just pisses him off a bit.
Because why the hell is he stuck here, then? In the midst of all this fantasy nonsense, instead of back home, dealing with more mundane bullshit.
Gen sighs as he starts gnawing at a hard bread crust before deigning to look properly at Makoto once more. ]
So talk, then.
[ He's well aware that Makoto was probably hoping to mine information out of others instead of divulging anything about himself, but Gen has no shame about chucking the ball in the other's court first. Part of him genuinely is a little interested in whatever the prettyboy might say, and another part of him just wants the distraction from the various physical discomforts he's dealing with -- the myriad bruises, the hunger, the gnawing pangs of nicotine withdrawal. ]
Let me get to know you, since you're such a nice little neighbor, yeah? Wanna tell me what demons spend all day doing? Torturing souls in hell, or whatever. Or, what, maybe about what you used to be before you became so almighty and special? Enlighten me.
[ Obnoxious, needling, provocative. Even delivered at a sloppy deadpan, words tossed out carelessly between bites of his rations, it's clear Gen's trying to goad Makoto into talking -- maybe even saying a little more than he might have originally meant to. Not that Gen even has any long-term plans about what he's going to do with that information, but he's always been the type to scrabble for power; even if the odds are stacked against him in this place and he's in no condition to be making more enemies, he just can't help being prickly. ]
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The way this guy talks about hypothetically leaving this place ... either he's truly delusional (and thus a threat in his own right) or he really was (is?) a demon of considerable ability back where he's from. Strong enough to deal with all these soldiers and their strange weaponry? Skilled enough to evacuate this place, when they don't even know how they've been brought here? Really? It's a ludicrous thought that Gen has a hard time accepting, and even if he does force himself to absorb it, that just pisses him off a bit.
Because why the hell is he stuck here, then? In the midst of all this fantasy nonsense, instead of back home, dealing with more mundane bullshit.
Gen sighs as he starts gnawing at a hard bread crust before deigning to look properly at Makoto once more. ]
So talk, then.
[ He's well aware that Makoto was probably hoping to mine information out of others instead of divulging anything about himself, but Gen has no shame about chucking the ball in the other's court first. Part of him genuinely is a little interested in whatever the prettyboy might say, and another part of him just wants the distraction from the various physical discomforts he's dealing with -- the myriad bruises, the hunger, the gnawing pangs of nicotine withdrawal. ]
Let me get to know you, since you're such a nice little neighbor, yeah? Wanna tell me what demons spend all day doing? Torturing souls in hell, or whatever. Or, what, maybe about what you used to be before you became so almighty and special? Enlighten me.
[ Obnoxious, needling, provocative. Even delivered at a sloppy deadpan, words tossed out carelessly between bites of his rations, it's clear Gen's trying to goad Makoto into talking -- maybe even saying a little more than he might have originally meant to. Not that Gen even has any long-term plans about what he's going to do with that information, but he's always been the type to scrabble for power; even if the odds are stacked against him in this place and he's in no condition to be making more enemies, he just can't help being prickly. ]