[ He emerges from behind Set, silent as a ghost save the softest sounds of dirt shifting under his bootsoles as his weight solidifies and settles. And he doesn't hesitate one moment in grabbing at Set's forearm from behind, fingers digging in bruise-tight as he gutters, practically into Set's ear: ]
You're fucking late.
[ If Set considers it an insult that Gen did not wait out in the open, then that same indignity if reciprocated -- for Gen, the few extra minutes where Set had spitefully taken his time had been agonizing. Minutes spent restlessly shifting in circles in the dirt, feeling his blood rush past his ears and his pulse rattle, his head filled with the waspish buzzing of too many thoughts. (What if something happened to him. What if Set lied. What if Set is conspiring with Liem. With if Liem did something. What if Reiji is gone.)
It has his nerves on edge all that much more, and Gen's nails dig crescent moons into Set's arm. Gen's weight looms close over Set, crowding directly into his personal space and barely allowing any room to breathe. An unsubtle, additional pressure to the way he hisses, ]
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You're fucking late.
[ If Set considers it an insult that Gen did not wait out in the open, then that same indignity if reciprocated -- for Gen, the few extra minutes where Set had spitefully taken his time had been agonizing. Minutes spent restlessly shifting in circles in the dirt, feeling his blood rush past his ears and his pulse rattle, his head filled with the waspish buzzing of too many thoughts. (What if something happened to him. What if Set lied. What if Set is conspiring with Liem. With if Liem did something. What if Reiji is gone.)
It has his nerves on edge all that much more, and Gen's nails dig crescent moons into Set's arm. Gen's weight looms close over Set, crowding directly into his personal space and barely allowing any room to breathe. An unsubtle, additional pressure to the way he hisses, ]
Where is he?