[ -- haha, that's more like it. That's more the reaction he's used to. The hand tearing out of his grasp, the way Dextera angles his head away, the quickly-averted gaze before Dextera squeezes his eyes shut like he can't bear to look at him. Distaste, disgust, disdain. It's all enough to earn a sharp bark of bitter laughter; brief as it is, the humorless noise must sound terribly caustic and loud with the way Gen continues invading Dextera's personal space. ]
Guess you're not as dumb as you act sometimes, huh.
[ Then, before Dextera can open his eyes or steel himself for it, there's a sudden shove -- Gen's hand slapping square against his chest and thrusting him back a step. There's enough force put into the gesture that Dextera might lose his balance, but regardless of whether Dextera actually manages to stay on his feet or not, it's still an ironically merciful gesture.
It's only because he harbors some tiny crumb of patience and goodwill towards Dextera that Gen says what he says next. ]
Fuck off. I'm not in the mood to play charades with you.
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Guess you're not as dumb as you act sometimes, huh.
[ Then, before Dextera can open his eyes or steel himself for it, there's a sudden shove -- Gen's hand slapping square against his chest and thrusting him back a step. There's enough force put into the gesture that Dextera might lose his balance, but regardless of whether Dextera actually manages to stay on his feet or not, it's still an ironically merciful gesture.
It's only because he harbors some tiny crumb of patience and goodwill towards Dextera that Gen says what he says next. ]
Fuck off. I'm not in the mood to play charades with you.