[ He'd been watching Dextera after offering him that blunt snub, half-expecting to be faced with puppy-dog eyes or some other sign of gormless hurt, but instead Gen's eyebrows raise at the sight of Dextera ... pulling out his own hair? ]
... the hell are you even doing.
[ A low mutter under his breath, more to himself than at Dextera, and he crosses his arms -- or rather, starts to, before realizing that hurts because of the bruises, and rests a hand at his hip instead. ]
-- and go find yourself something to write with. A stick, or whatever. [ That pause had only been because he'd considered holding his tongue, and he only speaks up against his better judgement. It's not like he particularly cares what kind of trouble this guy decides to get himself into, but. Well. It just feels ridiculous trying to talk to (or rather, talk at) a guy who can't respond. That's all. ] Seems like the guards let people wander around a bit if they've been behaving, so go find something. Trying to understand you just by looking at you's annoying.
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... the hell are you even doing.
[ A low mutter under his breath, more to himself than at Dextera, and he crosses his arms -- or rather, starts to, before realizing that hurts because of the bruises, and rests a hand at his hip instead. ]
-- and go find yourself something to write with. A stick, or whatever. [ That pause had only been because he'd considered holding his tongue, and he only speaks up against his better judgement. It's not like he particularly cares what kind of trouble this guy decides to get himself into, but. Well. It just feels ridiculous trying to talk to (or rather, talk at) a guy who can't respond. That's all. ] Seems like the guards let people wander around a bit if they've been behaving, so go find something. Trying to understand you just by looking at you's annoying.