[ ... is this guy the type to nag at everyone he runs into.
Gen simply gives Anders a dirty look throughout that little lecture(?), managing to muster up an impressive amount of annoyance in a single dead-eyed stare. He is, after all, an irritated teenager, and there is truly no other demographic more skilled at looking irate over (relatively) nothing.
He barely lets that last word leave Anders' lips before snapping, ]
You're asking me to worry about them. You just told me to.
[ Technically, Anders didn't, but that's how it had sounded to him, and so he gripes.
But as he does, Gen gives an irate click of the tongue and steps forward to grab up the frozen person by the back of their shirt ... assisting in Anders' attempts to move them aside. He helps only because Anders looks like he'd take ages with the task by himself, and he's not in the mood to tolerate all that fussing.
Moving a person with one hand isn't an easy task, but he at least manages to help Anders in relocating the poor sucker before pulling away with a hard huff. He's limping a little as he goes back to rummaging around the closet in search of something useful, and there's a slightly breathless and strained quality to his voice as he continue mumbling irritably. ]
'Can't better their situation.' You must be in a real cushy spot to be spending all that time and energy on those people. Good for you, but we can't all be so lucky.
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Gen simply gives Anders a dirty look throughout that little lecture(?), managing to muster up an impressive amount of annoyance in a single dead-eyed stare. He is, after all, an irritated teenager, and there is truly no other demographic more skilled at looking irate over (relatively) nothing.
He barely lets that last word leave Anders' lips before snapping, ]
You're asking me to worry about them. You just told me to.
[ Technically, Anders didn't, but that's how it had sounded to him, and so he gripes.
But as he does, Gen gives an irate click of the tongue and steps forward to grab up the frozen person by the back of their shirt ... assisting in Anders' attempts to move them aside. He helps only because Anders looks like he'd take ages with the task by himself, and he's not in the mood to tolerate all that fussing.
Moving a person with one hand isn't an easy task, but he at least manages to help Anders in relocating the poor sucker before pulling away with a hard huff. He's limping a little as he goes back to rummaging around the closet in search of something useful, and there's a slightly breathless and strained quality to his voice as he continue mumbling irritably. ]
'Can't better their situation.' You must be in a real cushy spot to be spending all that time and energy on those people. Good for you, but we can't all be so lucky.