[ Even in the library, it's cold. His nose bleeds for less time than he expects it to, gone sluggish and clotted by the time Gen's coming at him with his foot - Reigen hooks his knees up, another yelp escaping him. Honestly, who wouldn't react that way when their goods are being threatened! Still, he flinches like anyone would, but goes nowhere. There's no running, no scrambling to put distance between the two of them. Just a guy with a half-beaten face and a hostile youth snarling at him.

( His eyes dart to Gen's ears. Pubby. )

Rubbing at the pain in his jaw, he slowly curls his knees toward his chest, looking to get one leg out from around Gen's ankle without pissing the kid off any further than he already has. Time is currency, but so is patience. He just wants to protect his junk now, in case Gen tries kicking him next. Jesus, that'd suck. ]

Oh. You think I had any of this planned?

[ He laughs, a little sudden and a little shrill. ]

I, uh. I dunno. You could hit me again, instead. Except, that really hurt and I don't think it'd be a good way of discussing this. What if I traded you some Sand for the rest of your carton?

[ His hands go wild, articulating his offer. ]

-- you see, it's just not good for you to be smoking. Someone's got to do the hard thing, and ask you to stop before you get sick. You're young, you deserve to be healthy in your youth.