[ Gen, predictably, reacts to those needling comments with violence. To be specific, those last few words -- so lame -- have barely slipped past Reigen's lips before he rips a heavy book from the shelf he'd been leaning against and lobs it right at Reigen's head. For better or for worse, his aim's a little off at the moment, but he doesn't even care if that projectile hits its target or not.
There's a distinctly arrhythmic quality to his footsteps when he whirls right back around (a full 360 at this point) to close the distance between them with heavy, stomping footsteps; even if his anger briefly permits him to forget the pain ratcheting up his leg, his gait still comes uneven and limping right up until he grabs Reigen by the shirtfront and yanks him close. ]
What the hell do you think you know about me to talk to me like that, huh?!
[ Is he still leaning a bit against the nearest bookshelf to take the pressure off his busted leg? No, shut up. (Yes.)
Fabric strains beneath the tight grip of his knuckles as he yanks Reigen closer to snarl right into his face. ]
At least laugh at me properly if you're thinking I got what I deserve. Or are you too afraid of getting punched again?
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There's a distinctly arrhythmic quality to his footsteps when he whirls right back around (a full 360 at this point) to close the distance between them with heavy, stomping footsteps; even if his anger briefly permits him to forget the pain ratcheting up his leg, his gait still comes uneven and limping right up until he grabs Reigen by the shirtfront and yanks him close. ]
What the hell do you think you know about me to talk to me like that, huh?!
[ Is he still leaning a bit against the nearest bookshelf to take the pressure off his busted leg? No, shut up. (Yes.)
Fabric strains beneath the tight grip of his knuckles as he yanks Reigen closer to snarl right into his face. ]
At least laugh at me properly if you're thinking I got what I deserve. Or are you too afraid of getting punched again?