That obnoxious implication hangs in the air in silence for one, two long moments. Then Gen laughs -- a guttural bark that's far more derision than it is amusement. A laugh out of spite, rather than any genuine pleasure.
"... some adult you are. Or student. 'It doesn't have to be your job,' is it?"
Gen laughs again before abruptly rising to his feet, the movement so abrupt and violent that the chair he'd been sitting on judders, its legs scraping against the floor before it collapses to the floor with a raucous clatter. And close on the tails of that sound, there's the harsh thump of Gen slamming a hand against the pillar that Ryunosuke is tied to; he bears his whole weight into the blow, and it lands hard enough that the pillar shudders the slightest.
"Not all of us are spineless cowards, Ryunosuke-san." That honorific drips with disdain, and Gen's gaze is fixed into a vicious stare as he looms directly over Ryunosuke; the cigarette in his lips threatens to drip ash onto Ryunosuke's head, and he clearly doesn't care. "Dunno what kind of cushy, spoiled position you're from, but I take it seriously when I have an obligation. We can't all just start running when we run into a job we don't wanna do."
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That obnoxious implication hangs in the air in silence for one, two long moments. Then Gen laughs -- a guttural bark that's far more derision than it is amusement. A laugh out of spite, rather than any genuine pleasure.
"... some adult you are. Or student. 'It doesn't have to be your job,' is it?"
Gen laughs again before abruptly rising to his feet, the movement so abrupt and violent that the chair he'd been sitting on judders, its legs scraping against the floor before it collapses to the floor with a raucous clatter. And close on the tails of that sound, there's the harsh thump of Gen slamming a hand against the pillar that Ryunosuke is tied to; he bears his whole weight into the blow, and it lands hard enough that the pillar shudders the slightest.
"Not all of us are spineless cowards, Ryunosuke-san." That honorific drips with disdain, and Gen's gaze is fixed into a vicious stare as he looms directly over Ryunosuke; the cigarette in his lips threatens to drip ash onto Ryunosuke's head, and he clearly doesn't care. "Dunno what kind of cushy, spoiled position you're from, but I take it seriously when I have an obligation. We can't all just start running when we run into a job we don't wanna do."