[ The child just regards Dokja in silence for a moment, before answering with a small frown: ]
Why're you asking me? It's not my bench.
[ Sorry Dokja. Gen sure was one of those brats with a little too much attitude when he was younger.
That said, he's not all just shitty quips and too much sass. That younger version of Gen looks away as Dokja takes a seat, scuffing his sleeve against his face again and sniffling once more before donning a brave face -- jaw set and brow lowered. In typical childlike fashion, it's not exactly surreptitious when he studies Dokja intensely for a moment before speaking up abruptly once more. ]
Mister, [ ossan ] who are you? [ Well. At least he's straightforward. Gen kicks his feet once more, sneakers scuffing against the ground. ] I know most of the adults 'round town, but I'm pretty sure I've never seen you before.
[ His hometown had been small, after all. Especially give all of his father's connections, there hadn't been that many unfamiliar faces back home. ]
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Why're you asking me? It's not my bench.
[ Sorry Dokja. Gen sure was one of those brats with a little too much attitude when he was younger.
That said, he's not all just shitty quips and too much sass. That younger version of Gen looks away as Dokja takes a seat, scuffing his sleeve against his face again and sniffling once more before donning a brave face -- jaw set and brow lowered. In typical childlike fashion, it's not exactly surreptitious when he studies Dokja intensely for a moment before speaking up abruptly once more. ]
Mister, [ ossan ] who are you? [ Well. At least he's straightforward. Gen kicks his feet once more, sneakers scuffing against the ground. ] I know most of the adults 'round town, but I'm pretty sure I've never seen you before.
[ His hometown had been small, after all. Especially give all of his father's connections, there hadn't been that many unfamiliar faces back home. ]