[ His gaze had briefly flickered down to the bag, to where he now realizes Dextera had been doing something to it, but as he flickers back up, Gen takes in that wide-eyed look directed his way.
Fuck, is he sick of people looking at him like that.
His classmates back home. The people around his hometown. The people of Godsblood during those days he'd visited with truly no plans of starting any trouble. And now this shit. ]
Told you, didn't I. I could turn a blind eye to this -- to you being here. But if you might be a threat to what we're doing here, that's a different story. [ The hand he'd wound into Dextera's shirtfront loosens a touch, just enough that Dextera can breathe easier, though that grip doesn't relent entirely. ] Throw that away, whatever it is. Or do you really care that much about your cause?
[ Because of course Gen has no way of understanding that Dextera is afraid for him. The thought doesn't even occur to him. ]
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[ His gaze had briefly flickered down to the bag, to where he now realizes Dextera had been doing something to it, but as he flickers back up, Gen takes in that wide-eyed look directed his way.
Fuck, is he sick of people looking at him like that.
His classmates back home. The people around his hometown. The people of Godsblood during those days he'd visited with truly no plans of starting any trouble. And now this shit. ]
Told you, didn't I. I could turn a blind eye to this -- to you being here. But if you might be a threat to what we're doing here, that's a different story. [ The hand he'd wound into Dextera's shirtfront loosens a touch, just enough that Dextera can breathe easier, though that grip doesn't relent entirely. ] Throw that away, whatever it is. Or do you really care that much about your cause?
[ Because of course Gen has no way of understanding that Dextera is afraid for him. The thought doesn't even occur to him. ]