[ Aaah, yeah. It doesn't feel right -- doesn't feel good -- to hear Liem saying that. 'The new world.' He'd already known it wouldn't, but actually hearing Liem say these things out loud just cements in his mind that this whole scenario feels fucked. It's hard to properly articulate any whys, though. Why it feels so bad, why it doesn't feel right. Why Liem shouldn't be here, whether 'here' means in this bar, or 'here' means with Zenith.
Gen gives an idle hum to himself as he considers the matter for a moment, looking up with the (long-suffering) waiter brings him his refill, then takes a slow sip. It's said quietly, almost thoughtfully when he does pull his glass away to answer, ]
Maybe 'cause you're nothing like the adults I'm used to. [ Slouching sideways into his seat, Gen rests his head against the back of his chair; a pointy ear flicks in thought once, twice. -- yeah, that's it. It feels correct, now that he's said it out loud. ] Hanging out in a place like this, being all pissy about shit that's already passed, and talking about the new world ... s'the type of shit that'd make sense from the kinda folks I grew up around. The people from my hometown. Buncha shitheads. [ But that includes himself, too. That wretched hometown he hates so much made him, too. And he's accepted what he is. ] You always felt different from that, though.
[ Maybe it's thanks to the calming buzz of alcohol starting to get to him, or maybe it's the exhaustion of the past few weeks catching up to him, but Gen's delivery is calm. Almost gentle. (Almost a little rueful.) ]
... I liked you better that way, y'know. It suited you more. Actually being well-adjusted instead of talking 'bout how you only act that way. Being the sorta adult I can't really understand.
[ His words trail off with a sigh.
And then Gen ruins the moment by glancing back towards the vampire sitting at the bar once more. ]
-- y'think she'll leave with me if I let her bite me? [ She's hot enough. He wouldn't mind giving up a few pints of blood for a good roll in the hay. ]
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Gen gives an idle hum to himself as he considers the matter for a moment, looking up with the (long-suffering) waiter brings him his refill, then takes a slow sip. It's said quietly, almost thoughtfully when he does pull his glass away to answer, ]
Maybe 'cause you're nothing like the adults I'm used to. [ Slouching sideways into his seat, Gen rests his head against the back of his chair; a pointy ear flicks in thought once, twice. -- yeah, that's it. It feels correct, now that he's said it out loud. ] Hanging out in a place like this, being all pissy about shit that's already passed, and talking about the new world ... s'the type of shit that'd make sense from the kinda folks I grew up around. The people from my hometown. Buncha shitheads. [ But that includes himself, too. That wretched hometown he hates so much made him, too. And he's accepted what he is. ] You always felt different from that, though.
[ Maybe it's thanks to the calming buzz of alcohol starting to get to him, or maybe it's the exhaustion of the past few weeks catching up to him, but Gen's delivery is calm. Almost gentle. (Almost a little rueful.) ]
... I liked you better that way, y'know. It suited you more. Actually being well-adjusted instead of talking 'bout how you only act that way. Being the sorta adult I can't really understand.
[ His words trail off with a sigh.
And then Gen ruins the moment by glancing back towards the vampire sitting at the bar once more. ]
-- y'think she'll leave with me if I let her bite me? [ She's hot enough. He wouldn't mind giving up a few pints of blood for a good roll in the hay. ]