Gen reacts to Mamoru's weight bearing down on his chest with all the composure and grace of a stray cat getting sprayed with a hose, boots scraping against the ground as he strains with all his strength. And when Mamoru's hand firmly presses down on his shoulder to pin him further to the ground, he reflexively rocks his weight to that side to lash out at Mamoru with his other arm -- the one he doesn't have. He's habitually kept the stump of that arm wrapped in fabric so he wouldn't have to look at where it ends halfway to where his elbow should be, but that padding does little to hide the fact that the limb ends short. Even if he smacks it against Mamoru's arm as hard as he can, there's a hard limit to how much damage he can do that way.
Times like this, his years of smoking really catch up to it. He ends up wearing himself out after a few more moments of furious thrashing, slumping back against the ground as he breathes in hoarse gasps. It takes a hard swallow to try and clear his throat before he manages a scoff in response to Mamoru's furious question. ]
What, you gonna try and kill me? [ Talk about being a buzzkill. Gen laughs, sardonic and breathless, as he drawls, ] Don't try and scare me with threats unless you're actually gonna do it. Or you're the one being half-assed.
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Gen reacts to Mamoru's weight bearing down on his chest with all the composure and grace of a stray cat getting sprayed with a hose, boots scraping against the ground as he strains with all his strength. And when Mamoru's hand firmly presses down on his shoulder to pin him further to the ground, he reflexively rocks his weight to that side to lash out at Mamoru with his other arm -- the one he doesn't have. He's habitually kept the stump of that arm wrapped in fabric so he wouldn't have to look at where it ends halfway to where his elbow should be, but that padding does little to hide the fact that the limb ends short. Even if he smacks it against Mamoru's arm as hard as he can, there's a hard limit to how much damage he can do that way.
Times like this, his years of smoking really catch up to it. He ends up wearing himself out after a few more moments of furious thrashing, slumping back against the ground as he breathes in hoarse gasps. It takes a hard swallow to try and clear his throat before he manages a scoff in response to Mamoru's furious question. ]
What, you gonna try and kill me? [ Talk about being a buzzkill. Gen laughs, sardonic and breathless, as he drawls, ] Don't try and scare me with threats unless you're actually gonna do it. Or you're the one being half-assed.