[ That comment about 'new skills' once more rolls off his back with about as much staying power as water off a duck's back. Gen's attention is clearly on squinting into the classroom, struggling to take a guess as to how much longer he's going to have to stick around before he can snag himself some free food.
Instead, it's that tacit implication that he's going to have to work for his meal that has Gen's gaze sliding back to fix on Liem, his brow lowering in a scowl. ]
... you think I'm just trying to be a freeloader, don't you.
[ There's a stronger, more sullen edge to his words, and Gen huffs as he leans more heavily against the windowframe; the look he fixes on Liem past the shadow of his brow is sharper, more resentful for a moment before he looks away to glance restlessly out onto the streets nearby. ]
I'll have you know I fucking worked before everything went to shit. And not some cushy desk job. Wasn't just some student wasting time with books all day. [ Not that he took any real pride or pleasure in his work; the position had basically been forced upon him by his father, and he'd never really had a choice otherwise. But still. It rankles at his pride to be treated like some useless layabout -- even if that's basically what he's ended up becoming since deciding that training to be a killer isn't what he wants. His moody silence stretches for a moment longer before Gen gives Liem a cranky sideways glance. ] -- fine. Whatever. I'll do it. Just know that I have my limits now.
[ Said as he tugs at the awkward drape of his cloak where it covers his left side; it hands oddly over his left arm, falling abruptly halfway past the shoulder instead of sloping naturally downward, marking where the limb ends. ]
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Instead, it's that tacit implication that he's going to have to work for his meal that has Gen's gaze sliding back to fix on Liem, his brow lowering in a scowl. ]
... you think I'm just trying to be a freeloader, don't you.
[ There's a stronger, more sullen edge to his words, and Gen huffs as he leans more heavily against the windowframe; the look he fixes on Liem past the shadow of his brow is sharper, more resentful for a moment before he looks away to glance restlessly out onto the streets nearby. ]
I'll have you know I fucking worked before everything went to shit. And not some cushy desk job. Wasn't just some student wasting time with books all day. [ Not that he took any real pride or pleasure in his work; the position had basically been forced upon him by his father, and he'd never really had a choice otherwise. But still. It rankles at his pride to be treated like some useless layabout -- even if that's basically what he's ended up becoming since deciding that training to be a killer isn't what he wants. His moody silence stretches for a moment longer before Gen gives Liem a cranky sideways glance. ] -- fine. Whatever. I'll do it. Just know that I have my limits now.
[ Said as he tugs at the awkward drape of his cloak where it covers his left side; it hands oddly over his left arm, falling abruptly halfway past the shoulder instead of sloping naturally downward, marking where the limb ends. ]