[ Now, an early twenties Genji is prickly if he's not having a good time. And he especially doesn't like people acting like they have the upper hand over him. He's cranky, tired and still not sure what that... guy he woke up next to's problem is and why he feels so weird about him—
So he reaches out and grabs a fistful of the front of this nerd's shirt, glaring. The tinted sunglasses only mask his bloodshot eyes a little. ]
Don't act cute. You gonna tell me what the fuck this place is and why you think you can talk to me so casually, punk?
[ ...he notices the sake though. Maybe he can beat him up and steal his booze. ]
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So he reaches out and grabs a fistful of the front of this nerd's shirt, glaring. The tinted sunglasses only mask his bloodshot eyes a little. ]
Don't act cute. You gonna tell me what the fuck this place is and why you think you can talk to me so casually, punk?
[ ...he notices the sake though. Maybe he can beat him up and steal his booze. ]