[ It's very annoying how well Ernesto keeps up that veneer of casual ease. Maddening, actually. Something about that look of good-natured cheer grates at his nerves like nails on a chalkboard, only exacerbated by that half-assed attempt to escape.
Gen's gaze had already been sharp, but the look in his eyes hardens further as he bears his weight down to combat that casual attempt to push him off. Ernesto might actually have to put a little effort into holding back his wrist. ]
And you think I'm going to go 'oh, I see, off you go then'? The last thing I wanna do is end back up in here again -- I gotta do my part, don't I.
[ What will it take to wipe that insufferable grin off Ernesto's face? Why isn't he getting mad? He should be getting angry that his generosity's being repaid by violence, so why isn't he? Why is nobody in this fucking place normal, what will it take to get them to respond the way they should?
Maybe a good blow will knock some sense into Ernesto, get him to actually retaliate like a normal person would. And so Gen abruptly shifts his weight to jerk his leg up, aiming to knee him against the underside of his chin -- if the blow makes contact, it'll definitely be hard enough to draw blood and disorient. ]
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[ It's very annoying how well Ernesto keeps up that veneer of casual ease. Maddening, actually. Something about that look of good-natured cheer grates at his nerves like nails on a chalkboard, only exacerbated by that half-assed attempt to escape.
Gen's gaze had already been sharp, but the look in his eyes hardens further as he bears his weight down to combat that casual attempt to push him off. Ernesto might actually have to put a little effort into holding back his wrist. ]
And you think I'm going to go 'oh, I see, off you go then'? The last thing I wanna do is end back up in here again -- I gotta do my part, don't I.
[ What will it take to wipe that insufferable grin off Ernesto's face? Why isn't he getting mad? He should be getting angry that his generosity's being repaid by violence, so why isn't he? Why is nobody in this fucking place normal, what will it take to get them to respond the way they should?
Maybe a good blow will knock some sense into Ernesto, get him to actually retaliate like a normal person would. And so Gen abruptly shifts his weight to jerk his leg up, aiming to knee him against the underside of his chin -- if the blow makes contact, it'll definitely be hard enough to draw blood and disorient. ]