[ ... yeah, no, he's not in the mood for getting poked at with a pointy object (claws, tailtip, teeth) again. He's had his fill of puncture wounds for the next few months. So. ]
Hey.
[ He'd been approaching with steady but measured footsteps, bootsoles gritting off the ground, and Gen comes to a halt a few feet away from her; she'd emerged with enough force to splatter him with a few lashes of that fluid, and he frowns as he ducks his head to wipe it off on his shoulder. But the distance he's standing from is well out of easy slashing or stabbing range, while being close enough that he can toss something at her, just an easy underhand throw. There's a soft flump as a bundle of fabric lands at her feet. Just a robe, something that can easily be slipped on. But better than nothing, right. ]
Go ahead and get dressed. [ His tone of voice is blunt and to-the-point, but not hostile. Flat. ] And put that rock down. You that excited to stab someone?
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Hey.
[ He'd been approaching with steady but measured footsteps, bootsoles gritting off the ground, and Gen comes to a halt a few feet away from her; she'd emerged with enough force to splatter him with a few lashes of that fluid, and he frowns as he ducks his head to wipe it off on his shoulder. But the distance he's standing from is well out of easy slashing or stabbing range, while being close enough that he can toss something at her, just an easy underhand throw. There's a soft flump as a bundle of fabric lands at her feet. Just a robe, something that can easily be slipped on. But better than nothing, right. ]
Go ahead and get dressed. [ His tone of voice is blunt and to-the-point, but not hostile. Flat. ] And put that rock down. You that excited to stab someone?