It's only thanks to you so graciously showing me the way.
( it's the sort of vague sense of indebtedness that he would typically loath to feel towards anyone, but when it came to sebastian... it at least felt more understandable to him, considering the other demon's seniority. it is neither the first nor the last thing he would seek to learn from his tutelage, so he lets it go unsaid for now.
gen is, as always, an uncouth and aggrieving presence, but he is at least in makoto's mind a known variable. there are vague sketches on the walls of his mind which give him the impression that the other young man can handle himself at least moderately well in a scrape, so makoto feels the pressure to make sure he doesn't end up the weak link in this little band. these... two demons, and their hunting hound.
that thought makes him smile slyly to himself, gaze flickering up beneath heavy lids to the expressive canine ears atop gen's head.
( the implication being that he believes a demon should know better than such a thing; even though he and sebastian are enough proof to show that the laws, natures, and even the Hells they hail from can vary wildly, demons across the board tend to be those that understand and adhere to concepts such as hierarchy and contract. that he should allow himself to trespass so severely, even when the ryad itself exists as an outlet for such violence... part of makoto has to wonder why, even if that's very much not what they're assembled here to do.
gen poses a good question, even if he would hate to admit it. ) Do we know if there's a particular part of the city he's been hunting afield? ( his smile grows sharp. ) We could set a trap.
( and makoto isn't at all above using himself as bait. )
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( it's the sort of vague sense of indebtedness that he would typically loath to feel towards anyone, but when it came to sebastian... it at least felt more understandable to him, considering the other demon's seniority. it is neither the first nor the last thing he would seek to learn from his tutelage, so he lets it go unsaid for now.
gen is, as always, an uncouth and aggrieving presence, but he is at least in makoto's mind a known variable. there are vague sketches on the walls of his mind which give him the impression that the other young man can handle himself at least moderately well in a scrape, so makoto feels the pressure to make sure he doesn't end up the weak link in this little band. these... two demons, and their hunting hound.
that thought makes him smile slyly to himself, gaze flickering up beneath heavy lids to the expressive canine ears atop gen's head.
he hums in blasé acknowledgement of what his two companions have said, himself contributing, ) It's a special sort of shame when someone who should know better commits to breaking the rules so egregiously.
( the implication being that he believes a demon should know better than such a thing; even though he and sebastian are enough proof to show that the laws, natures, and even the Hells they hail from can vary wildly, demons across the board tend to be those that understand and adhere to concepts such as hierarchy and contract. that he should allow himself to trespass so severely, even when the ryad itself exists as an outlet for such violence... part of makoto has to wonder why, even if that's very much not what they're assembled here to do.
gen poses a good question, even if he would hate to admit it. ) Do we know if there's a particular part of the city he's been hunting afield? ( his smile grows sharp. ) We could set a trap.
( and makoto isn't at all above using himself as bait. )