Not that he's particularly surprised. Doesn't take more than a glance to tell this guy's the type to make good use of a silver tongue, probably the type to get what wants or needs through the use of pretty words and technicalities. Well-accustomed to the exchange of barbs and provocations, sly and conniving. The type Gen doesn't like having to deal with.
He gives no audible response at first, only giving a barely-visible, dismissive roll of the eyes at that condescending 'lesson' Makoto lays on him. Like hell he's going to show any respect towards whatever demonic 'wisdom' is being extended his way, even if he doesn't necessarily disagree with it. And while Gen's always been the type to rely more on his fists than on words, he can at least play along with this pretense at 'friendly chit-chat.' ]
You think anyone's going to offer you anything 'deep or dark?' You reek. [ Not literally. Though honestly, given the rough conditions they've been forced to endure, maybe there's a tiny kernel of truth in that insult. He's certainly itching for a hot shower himself. ] Like a rat. I'd trust a street fortuneteller more than I'd trust you.
[ He could definitely throw Makoto further than he trusts him.
Still, after a pointed pause to let that dismissive remark settle, he deadpans, ]
Minegishi. [ A name, as Makoto requested. But surname only. Not like he believes in any of that videogame nonsense about names having power, or whatever, but he's not in the mood to have some creepy guy calling him by his given name, either. And before Makoto can respond he adds sharply, ] Let's say I don't wanna know your name. What value you gonna offer me in return?
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Not that he's particularly surprised. Doesn't take more than a glance to tell this guy's the type to make good use of a silver tongue, probably the type to get what wants or needs through the use of pretty words and technicalities. Well-accustomed to the exchange of barbs and provocations, sly and conniving. The type Gen doesn't like having to deal with.
He gives no audible response at first, only giving a barely-visible, dismissive roll of the eyes at that condescending 'lesson' Makoto lays on him. Like hell he's going to show any respect towards whatever demonic 'wisdom' is being extended his way, even if he doesn't necessarily disagree with it. And while Gen's always been the type to rely more on his fists than on words, he can at least play along with this pretense at 'friendly chit-chat.' ]
You think anyone's going to offer you anything 'deep or dark?' You reek. [ Not literally. Though honestly, given the rough conditions they've been forced to endure, maybe there's a tiny kernel of truth in that insult. He's certainly itching for a hot shower himself. ] Like a rat. I'd trust a street fortuneteller more than I'd trust you.
[ He could definitely throw Makoto further than he trusts him.
Still, after a pointed pause to let that dismissive remark settle, he deadpans, ]
Minegishi. [ A name, as Makoto requested. But surname only. Not like he believes in any of that videogame nonsense about names having power, or whatever, but he's not in the mood to have some creepy guy calling him by his given name, either. And before Makoto can respond he adds sharply, ] Let's say I don't wanna know your name. What value you gonna offer me in return?