[ He was clearly a shrewd child even from a young age; when he doesn't receive an answer, that younger version of Gen narrows his eyes in what must be a familiar, wary squint. And while he does briefly open his mouth, as if debating what kind of sharp-tongued retort to give, he ends up staying his tongue when Dextera gestures at the grave. Small shoulders stiffen, and a beat too late, small hands are hidden against the folds of his shirt, as if wanting to hide that he'd bothered making such a thing. ]
Dragonflies.
[ But that version of Gen averts his eyes immediately afterwards. His voice is lower when he mumbles, ]
no subject
Dragonflies.
[ But that version of Gen averts his eyes immediately afterwards. His voice is lower when he mumbles, ]
... it's just some bugs.