[ That gets a breathy little chuckle out of him. Clever, clever. ] Well, I'm glad we're on the same page then. There's plenty of other things to do.
[ The hand on his jaw is oddly tender, something Genji doesn't typically get, but he's not opposed at the moment. He'd cut people's fingers off for less, but this guy isn't demanding his attention like some foolish people tend to.
And then his compliment gets a little smirk. Flattery could get you places, absolutely. ] Good to know. I think I quite like the view in this place myself... [ Genji is the master at non-answers. He knows when people know who he is, usually a sniveling sycophantic type trying to get a debt lessened or the pressure from the clan off their backs. Never works.
But the mention of 'alternate universe' makes something stutter in Genji's head, although he doesn't show it. He is also the master at avoiding problems and he hasn't been letting himself think too much about this place he's stuck in. (What if nobody is actually sending for him? What if they don't care that he's gone? All such pathetic and weak thoughts. It's too close to a kind of self reflection that Genji wont be capable of for a little over a decade.)
Enough of that. This slow build is nice and hopefully it'll end in something even nicer. He presses his hip into his hand and lets his finger gently trail across Gladio's arm. Genji notices the tattoo, not quite able to make it out specifically, but it looks like it covers a vast expanse of skin. Even more than the tattoo on his own back. ] That's a good way to put it.
[ He leans in more. ] What kind of 'beat' do you think it'll be tonight then?
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[ The hand on his jaw is oddly tender, something Genji doesn't typically get, but he's not opposed at the moment. He'd cut people's fingers off for less, but this guy isn't demanding his attention like some foolish people tend to.
And then his compliment gets a little smirk. Flattery could get you places, absolutely. ] Good to know. I think I quite like the view in this place myself... [ Genji is the master at non-answers. He knows when people know who he is, usually a sniveling sycophantic type trying to get a debt lessened or the pressure from the clan off their backs. Never works.
But the mention of 'alternate universe' makes something stutter in Genji's head, although he doesn't show it. He is also the master at avoiding problems and he hasn't been letting himself think too much about this place he's stuck in. (What if nobody is actually sending for him? What if they don't care that he's gone? All such pathetic and weak thoughts. It's too close to a kind of self reflection that Genji wont be capable of for a little over a decade.)
Enough of that. This slow build is nice and hopefully it'll end in something even nicer. He presses his hip into his hand and lets his finger gently trail across Gladio's arm. Genji notices the tattoo, not quite able to make it out specifically, but it looks like it covers a vast expanse of skin. Even more than the tattoo on his own back. ] That's a good way to put it.
[ He leans in more. ] What kind of 'beat' do you think it'll be tonight then?