[ At least something can be said for the younger Gen's willingness to cooperate, because the child wastes no time arguing or hesitating before scrambling to escape. Even before he's properly found his balance on his feet once more, he's dashing away at a panicked sprint, clearly frightened of whatever the hell is going on between these two adult strangers.
And while Gen would love nothing more than to aim another tear through the ground to trip up that easy target -- fortunately for Dokja, that sloppy tackle provides just enough of a distraction to disrupt his focus. ]
-- you little shit!
[ That irate snarl emerges sharp and guttural between huffing breaths, and Gen stumbles back two, three steps; the only reason he isn't taken down completely is because his bulk is a bit too much for someone of Dokja's stature to easily topple. Gen instead ends up landing on his ass with a muffled grunt, and he doesn't even bother trying to stand back up before simply lashing out at the closer target, Dokja.
His fingers tangle into Dokja's hair before ruthlessly yanking upward, and his other hand -- his other hand, Dokja might notice, clad in a leather glove and gleaming metal at the wrist -- shoots forward to latch around Dokja's throat. His grip isn't strong enough to choke Dokja out completely, but it sure is enough to be painful, especially with the way his other hand continues to wrench at Dokja's scalp. ]
The hell're you even trying to do, huh? [ Gen holds Dokja like that as he breathes derisive words, teeth bared and eyes flashing bright with anger. ] You know we gotta deal with those things to get outta here, don't you? Or, what -- you wanna stay stuck here forever, pretending to be too good of a person to do what you need to do? Is that it?
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And while Gen would love nothing more than to aim another tear through the ground to trip up that easy target -- fortunately for Dokja, that sloppy tackle provides just enough of a distraction to disrupt his focus. ]
-- you little shit!
[ That irate snarl emerges sharp and guttural between huffing breaths, and Gen stumbles back two, three steps; the only reason he isn't taken down completely is because his bulk is a bit too much for someone of Dokja's stature to easily topple. Gen instead ends up landing on his ass with a muffled grunt, and he doesn't even bother trying to stand back up before simply lashing out at the closer target, Dokja.
His fingers tangle into Dokja's hair before ruthlessly yanking upward, and his other hand -- his other hand, Dokja might notice, clad in a leather glove and gleaming metal at the wrist -- shoots forward to latch around Dokja's throat. His grip isn't strong enough to choke Dokja out completely, but it sure is enough to be painful, especially with the way his other hand continues to wrench at Dokja's scalp. ]
The hell're you even trying to do, huh? [ Gen holds Dokja like that as he breathes derisive words, teeth bared and eyes flashing bright with anger. ] You know we gotta deal with those things to get outta here, don't you? Or, what -- you wanna stay stuck here forever, pretending to be too good of a person to do what you need to do? Is that it?