[ He'd been listening quietly without much action, keeping his gaze fixed on some indistinct point on the ceiling -- until Liem gets to that last bit.
Which promptly earns a laugh. A loud, raucous one, like Liem's told a real good joke. 'You're not some kind of lost cause,' is just so funny though, and Gen slaps the arm of his seat as he gives an uncouth, hyena-like cackle. Aaaah, shit, as if. (He was a lost cause from the beginning, but it all went beyond any hope of salvation the moment Yuko dragged him into that closet. There was no coming back from that.)
His little laughing fit doesn't last long, but it's just rowdy enough to earn the attention of the staff and some of the other patrons. Gen doesn't quiet down until one of the waiters drops by to passive-aggressively ask if he needs something; he waves them off with a cough as he lets his laughter peter off into a lower snicker. And when he realizes that a patron at the bar -- probably a vampire -- is looking his way with obvious interest (in his blood, probably), he gives her a sleazy smirk and a suggestive wink before snatching up his drink and slouching back into his seat. ]
This. [ He tips his glass at Liem before pounding half of it back in one go; he sighs as he takes a deep breath. ] I'm saying all this shit because you're like this. 'Cause you've been through all that nonsense that I don't even really understand, but you're still, like. Nosy. Saying that shit about me, building houses for other people, doing cooking classes. Being all proper and polite. You talk about this shit, but you still act normal, and stuffy, and boring, and adult.
[ So he says, but those last few words are rather lacking in his signature derision. Maybe being normal, and stuffy, and boring, and adult aren't entirely bad -- at least not for Liem. Gen throws back the rest of his drink before waving it towards the nearest waiter to request a refill; he keeps his gaze averted as he lounges back in his seat. ]
And you're here now, aren't you? You didn't start shit even back home, when people treated you like dirt and deserved to eat shit. You're really telling me, now that you're here where people won't even bat an eye at what you are, you're gonna get all pissy? S'real funny. [ Liem's better than that. Gen's sure of it. ] Sure, whatever. Get it outta your system for once, I guess. Don't worry -- I'm good at keeping secrets, I won't tell anyone.
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Which promptly earns a laugh. A loud, raucous one, like Liem's told a real good joke. 'You're not some kind of lost cause,' is just so funny though, and Gen slaps the arm of his seat as he gives an uncouth, hyena-like cackle. Aaaah, shit, as if. (He was a lost cause from the beginning, but it all went beyond any hope of salvation the moment Yuko dragged him into that closet. There was no coming back from that.)
His little laughing fit doesn't last long, but it's just rowdy enough to earn the attention of the staff and some of the other patrons. Gen doesn't quiet down until one of the waiters drops by to passive-aggressively ask if he needs something; he waves them off with a cough as he lets his laughter peter off into a lower snicker. And when he realizes that a patron at the bar -- probably a vampire -- is looking his way with obvious interest (in his blood, probably), he gives her a sleazy smirk and a suggestive wink before snatching up his drink and slouching back into his seat. ]
This. [ He tips his glass at Liem before pounding half of it back in one go; he sighs as he takes a deep breath. ] I'm saying all this shit because you're like this. 'Cause you've been through all that nonsense that I don't even really understand, but you're still, like. Nosy. Saying that shit about me, building houses for other people, doing cooking classes. Being all proper and polite. You talk about this shit, but you still act normal, and stuffy, and boring, and adult.
[ So he says, but those last few words are rather lacking in his signature derision. Maybe being normal, and stuffy, and boring, and adult aren't entirely bad -- at least not for Liem. Gen throws back the rest of his drink before waving it towards the nearest waiter to request a refill; he keeps his gaze averted as he lounges back in his seat. ]
And you're here now, aren't you? You didn't start shit even back home, when people treated you like dirt and deserved to eat shit. You're really telling me, now that you're here where people won't even bat an eye at what you are, you're gonna get all pissy? S'real funny. [ Liem's better than that. Gen's sure of it. ] Sure, whatever. Get it outta your system for once, I guess. Don't worry -- I'm good at keeping secrets, I won't tell anyone.