[ dextera flinches back when even this young version of gen gets in his face; he’s gotten somewhat used to the flashes of aggression from the older one, but the sudden shift in a conversation he thought he had a handle on gets his dull eyes to widen. ]
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[ but in the instant after the surprise passes, he’s able to take stock of the reality. it’s still gen—defensive, but worse at hiding what exactly he’s defending. he looks just about ready to cry from the kind of frustration only a child can grapple with.
he’s not a physically affectionate person, or else he might try to reach out. instead, he lowers his gaze, properly cowed…
or so it seems, until he shakes his head again in quiet but firm defiance of gen’s dramatic declaration. ]
no subject
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[ but in the instant after the surprise passes, he’s able to take stock of the reality. it’s still gen—defensive, but worse at hiding what exactly he’s defending. he looks just about ready to cry from the kind of frustration only a child can grapple with.
he’s not a physically affectionate person, or else he might try to reach out. instead, he lowers his gaze, properly cowed…
or so it seems, until he shakes his head again in quiet but firm defiance of gen’s dramatic declaration. ]