[ He'd been wearily chewing on a big mouthful of rice as she spoke, meeting her ferocious glare with a flat, dead-eyed stare. Not that the snap of chopsticks isn't impressive -- it is, and he'd be a lot more on-guard if they were on a battlefield, both holding weapons -- but he's also not in the mood to be dealing with that kind of bullshit at the moment, not when he's just wanting some lunch. It's obvious he's deemed the food a much more worthy recipient of his attention than Hayame, and it's not until he hears that last bit that one of his eyebrows shoots up. Gen at least is aware enough of his manners in public to swallow before opening his mouth. ]
... honorable?
[ He repeats the word incredulously before laughing. Not maliciously, not mockingly, not derisively. Mostly just in disbelief, highlighted by the way he gives a small shake of the head; even as he goes back to picking at his saury, his lips are curved in a crooked smile to himself. ]
The hell're you even talking about. Like there's anything honorable about killing.
[ Is killing necessary? Yes, certainly. Do some people deserve to die? Definitely. Had he been prepared to dirty his hands as much as necessary to keep himself alive, back there? ... probably. But he's still not sure he'd ever call killing honorable. Not to mention -- the thought of any honor being associated with his own death is kind of hilarious. And here, she's telling him not to flatter himself.
Gen laughs again to himself as he pops a piece of saury in his mouth, washing it down with another gulp of the soup -- it's good, really warms him up -- and puts the bowl back down before looking back to Hayame. ]
Look, onee-san. I'm not the one who was standing around shooting death glares instead of just taking a fucking seat and eating. Or, what. Were you so smitten with me you got all shy? [ It's pretty half-hearted as far as provocations go, with barely any effort put into presentation; he can't quite muster the same level of obnoxious shittiness he usually manages, his words coming out more wan than sarcastic. Ugh, whatever. Gen sighs before dumping the last pieces of takuan onto his rice and setting the empty plate aside. ] There's no Regent here. So if you were only trying to rip my head off 'cause of that -- drop it. I'm not particularly interested in starting shit with you just yet, either.
[ With that said, he casually reaches across the invisible line dividing the table in half, because the seaweed dish is sitting just barely on her side of the table.
no subject
... honorable?
[ He repeats the word incredulously before laughing. Not maliciously, not mockingly, not derisively. Mostly just in disbelief, highlighted by the way he gives a small shake of the head; even as he goes back to picking at his saury, his lips are curved in a crooked smile to himself. ]
The hell're you even talking about. Like there's anything honorable about killing.
[ Is killing necessary? Yes, certainly. Do some people deserve to die? Definitely. Had he been prepared to dirty his hands as much as necessary to keep himself alive, back there? ... probably. But he's still not sure he'd ever call killing honorable. Not to mention -- the thought of any honor being associated with his own death is kind of hilarious. And here, she's telling him not to flatter himself.
Gen laughs again to himself as he pops a piece of saury in his mouth, washing it down with another gulp of the soup -- it's good, really warms him up -- and puts the bowl back down before looking back to Hayame. ]
Look, onee-san. I'm not the one who was standing around shooting death glares instead of just taking a fucking seat and eating. Or, what. Were you so smitten with me you got all shy? [ It's pretty half-hearted as far as provocations go, with barely any effort put into presentation; he can't quite muster the same level of obnoxious shittiness he usually manages, his words coming out more wan than sarcastic. Ugh, whatever. Gen sighs before dumping the last pieces of takuan onto his rice and setting the empty plate aside. ] There's no Regent here. So if you were only trying to rip my head off 'cause of that -- drop it. I'm not particularly interested in starting shit with you just yet, either.
[ With that said, he casually reaches across the invisible line dividing the table in half, because the seaweed dish is sitting just barely on her side of the table.
Truce? ]