[ Sorry-not-sorry Liem, he needs another moment to bask in the hilarity of the situation; Gen leisurely leans against the well's edge, chin propped up on his hand as he gazes down at his hapless new acquaintance with a shit-eating grin. ]
I dunno about that. Wonder what I get out of going through all that trouble for you ...
[ That obnoxious drawl trails off with a low snicker. Then Gen abruptly pushes away from the edge of the well and dips completely out of Liem's field of vision. For one heart-stopping moment Liem must think that he's encountered the most insufferable member of his faction who'd really doomed him to suffer alone in this well.
But thankfully(?), after a moment or two's pause, he might feel the clasp of fingers around his ankle, then a spike of pressure as Gen leans his weight on it, pinning it to the edge of the well. Unpleasant as the sensation might be, it's not being done just to make Liem even more miserable -- just that Gen wants to ensure Liem won't be falling in even if his hands slip, and to keep himself firmly anchored there. Like hell he's also going to be falling in. ]
Don't struggle.
[ That brusque command is accompanied by Gen's hand thrusting into Liem's field of vision, snagging roughly into his shirtfront. Then there's a muffled grunt as Gen pulls firmly, aiming to haul the other back into sitting position at the well's edge. ]
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[ Sorry-not-sorry Liem, he needs another moment to bask in the hilarity of the situation; Gen leisurely leans against the well's edge, chin propped up on his hand as he gazes down at his hapless new acquaintance with a shit-eating grin. ]
I dunno about that. Wonder what I get out of going through all that trouble for you ...
[ That obnoxious drawl trails off with a low snicker. Then Gen abruptly pushes away from the edge of the well and dips completely out of Liem's field of vision. For one heart-stopping moment Liem must think that he's encountered the most insufferable member of his faction who'd really doomed him to suffer alone in this well.
But thankfully(?), after a moment or two's pause, he might feel the clasp of fingers around his ankle, then a spike of pressure as Gen leans his weight on it, pinning it to the edge of the well. Unpleasant as the sensation might be, it's not being done just to make Liem even more miserable -- just that Gen wants to ensure Liem won't be falling in even if his hands slip, and to keep himself firmly anchored there. Like hell he's also going to be falling in. ]
Don't struggle.
[ That brusque command is accompanied by Gen's hand thrusting into Liem's field of vision, snagging roughly into his shirtfront. Then there's a muffled grunt as Gen pulls firmly, aiming to haul the other back into sitting position at the well's edge. ]