[ Gen might have reacted to her previous cowering with disdain and anger, but it's not like that simpering smile of hers is received any more warmly. (god, this motherfucker is so hard to please.) His eyes narrow in scrutiny and disdain for a moment before he crouches down to her level, meeting her gaze properly.
Of course, he's not smiling back. ]
Did I ask you to give me that shitty play-acting? [ He gives a disdainful huff. No, he's not at all threatened by that bright, gormless smile she wears, but it still pisses him off. ] So you start with sniveling and crying, then you move onto wagging your tail and smiling like an idiot. You think I'm gonna believe any of this shit you're pulling? You reek of insincerity.
[ Then -- ]
Hand it over.
[ Gen holds his hand out once more in a patronizing gesture, like he's demanding a dog perform 'hand.' There'd be some comical irony to the situation given he's the one sporting canine features at the moment, except he looks like he wouldn't hesitate to bash her head back into the bookshelves if she laughs.
Though -- he deliberately fails to specify whether he means her sand or her shard, like he'd first insisted. Maybe she'll at least have the guts to stick to her argument that the Sand is better? Maybe she's hiding some tiny hint of a backbone somewhere in there? Maybe not. Time to see exactly what brand of spineless, lying coward this one is. ]
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Of course, he's not smiling back. ]
Did I ask you to give me that shitty play-acting? [ He gives a disdainful huff. No, he's not at all threatened by that bright, gormless smile she wears, but it still pisses him off. ] So you start with sniveling and crying, then you move onto wagging your tail and smiling like an idiot. You think I'm gonna believe any of this shit you're pulling? You reek of insincerity.
[ Then -- ]
Hand it over.
[ Gen holds his hand out once more in a patronizing gesture, like he's demanding a dog perform 'hand.' There'd be some comical irony to the situation given he's the one sporting canine features at the moment, except he looks like he wouldn't hesitate to bash her head back into the bookshelves if she laughs.
Though -- he deliberately fails to specify whether he means her sand or her shard, like he'd first insisted. Maybe she'll at least have the guts to stick to her argument that the Sand is better? Maybe she's hiding some tiny hint of a backbone somewhere in there? Maybe not. Time to see exactly what brand of spineless, lying coward this one is. ]