One of Gen's pointy dog ears flicks. Then Gen picks his cup back up, taking a long, obnoxious slurp from it as he fixes a flat stare on Ruby over the rim of it -- communicating without words: I don't fucking trust you.
It's not that he thinks Ruby is lying, necessarily. Maybe she's telling the truth, maybe she's not. But regardless, he simply doesn't trust her with this task -- not in the way he'd originally planned -- if she's so unwell that he can catch onto it. The stakes are too high for him to risk the possibility of her taking the bag, wobbling her way to wherever, and then crumpling like some delicate damsel and fracturing its contents as she wilts to her knees. Or whatever. Gen drains his coffee before putting the cup back down with the clack of ceramic against the tabletop. It's followed shortly by the scrape of chair legs against the pavement as he starts to stand, hand still on the bag as he drones, ]
Where're you planning on giving it to him. I'll take them there. [ Note: he does not say 'for you.' Rude little shit. ] You can call him after I leave.
[ Was Ruby planning on getting anything for herself at the cafe? Too bad, because Gen's not in the mood to linger and wait for her to get a drink. He simply says, as fact, that they're going to head out. ]
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One of Gen's pointy dog ears flicks. Then Gen picks his cup back up, taking a long, obnoxious slurp from it as he fixes a flat stare on Ruby over the rim of it -- communicating without words: I don't fucking trust you.
It's not that he thinks Ruby is lying, necessarily. Maybe she's telling the truth, maybe she's not. But regardless, he simply doesn't trust her with this task -- not in the way he'd originally planned -- if she's so unwell that he can catch onto it. The stakes are too high for him to risk the possibility of her taking the bag, wobbling her way to wherever, and then crumpling like some delicate damsel and fracturing its contents as she wilts to her knees. Or whatever. Gen drains his coffee before putting the cup back down with the clack of ceramic against the tabletop. It's followed shortly by the scrape of chair legs against the pavement as he starts to stand, hand still on the bag as he drones, ]
Where're you planning on giving it to him. I'll take them there. [ Note: he does not say 'for you.' Rude little shit. ] You can call him after I leave.
[ Was Ruby planning on getting anything for herself at the cafe? Too bad, because Gen's not in the mood to linger and wait for her to get a drink. He simply says, as fact, that they're going to head out. ]