[ That response escapes him as a low mutter before he can catch himself, each word low and bitter. And it's not just the usual, teenage petulance that colors his tone of voice, but something darker, more resigned -- he really had given up on his future entirely before ending up in these otherworldly situations, after all. In some sense, he still thinks it would have been easier for everything to have simply ended before he got stuck dealing with all this fantasy bullshit.
At least he has the sense to realize he'd said something he shouldn't have, and Gen tries to distract from what he'd said by slamming the utensils drawer shut. There's the scuff of his boots across the flooring as he slinks his way back to his reserve pan of pasta to scrape up another generous fork-ful for himself. ]
If you can think of some genius suggestions for how I can survive like this [ said as he gives a shrug of his truncated arm ] in the meantime, go ahead, I guess. [ He shoves the pasta in his mouth and chews slowly for a moment before continuing, trying to maintain the pretense of casual apathy even as he keeps his gaze averted. ] S'not like I've got a lot of options here in the first place, unless I want to throw my lot in with one of those creepy faction leaders.
[ Fork still in mouth, he pauses, then squints over at Liem. ]
no subject
[ That response escapes him as a low mutter before he can catch himself, each word low and bitter. And it's not just the usual, teenage petulance that colors his tone of voice, but something darker, more resigned -- he really had given up on his future entirely before ending up in these otherworldly situations, after all. In some sense, he still thinks it would have been easier for everything to have simply ended before he got stuck dealing with all this fantasy bullshit.
At least he has the sense to realize he'd said something he shouldn't have, and Gen tries to distract from what he'd said by slamming the utensils drawer shut. There's the scuff of his boots across the flooring as he slinks his way back to his reserve pan of pasta to scrape up another generous fork-ful for himself. ]
If you can think of some genius suggestions for how I can survive like this [ said as he gives a shrug of his truncated arm ] in the meantime, go ahead, I guess. [ He shoves the pasta in his mouth and chews slowly for a moment before continuing, trying to maintain the pretense of casual apathy even as he keeps his gaze averted. ] S'not like I've got a lot of options here in the first place, unless I want to throw my lot in with one of those creepy faction leaders.
[ Fork still in mouth, he pauses, then squints over at Liem. ]
... have you done that yet?
[ That is, aligned himself with either faction. ]