[ A part of him does, though. Does want to find out what the hell Vander would do if pushed a little further. He's never liked those holier-than-thou types, after all, and the prospect of getting this guy to drop that sanctimonious attitude is appealing, somehow, even if he'd have to pay the price for it. It must be terribly obvious that Gen is seriously considering egging Vander on a little further; his fingertips linger against the lapel of Vander's jacket for a moment, and his weight shifts subtly onto the balls of feet, like he's preparing to lunge. The sharp, focused look in his eyes is like that of a wild dog looking for a challenge.
-- but in the end, a disapproving clear of the throat from the bartender has him looking over with a start, then backing away with a huff. ]
... whatever, old man.
[ That contemptuous response is accompanied by a click of the tongue before Gen abruptly turns away to slink his way out of the bar.
The only reason he's decided to retreat is because he still likes this bar, and picking a fight with some old man won't be worth getting banned from the place. But still -- he's sure as hell going to remember that guy's face in case they cross paths again in the future. See if he'll be as insufferably "mature" next time, too. ]
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-- but in the end, a disapproving clear of the throat from the bartender has him looking over with a start, then backing away with a huff. ]
... whatever, old man.
[ That contemptuous response is accompanied by a click of the tongue before Gen abruptly turns away to slink his way out of the bar.
The only reason he's decided to retreat is because he still likes this bar, and picking a fight with some old man won't be worth getting banned from the place. But still -- he's sure as hell going to remember that guy's face in case they cross paths again in the future. See if he'll be as insufferably "mature" next time, too. ]