Valentine watched Gen's reaction carefully, not blinking. Then, she kept an eye out for signs that the other was lying in anything they were saying. It all seemed genuine enough.
Familiar, as well. That's what Gen's little story was, far, far too familiar.
"Death and violence incarnate, together. How very charming, a classic!" Val said, openly mocking. Ah, those two things together reminded her of something… she just couldn't recall what. It was on the tip of her tongue. Damn it.
"We'd make an impressive wet dream for those who never grew out of their tacky angst phase." She raised a delicate eyebrow at the other for a moment, considering them. They were just on that line, but surprisingly enough, managed to get away with it- or, at the very least, own it.
They probably thought the same in regards to Val, which would be fair. She held back an amused sound at these thoughts, clearing her throat instead. Gen wasn't just another typical punk piece of trash (that happened to be attractive), there was more here.
"I don't really care what happens in movies, as this isn't one, and that already seems like common sense." Val would never have ignored this kind of phenomenon, even if Gen had wanted to be more childish and uncooperative about it.
"I've gone all of my life without so much of a hint of information in this area- I'm hardly about to flinch away from the opportunity now. The mild humiliation and oddness doesn't matter, in the long run."
It still felt nice, too. She could live with this. Something interesting and clearly relevant had simply thrown itself in her lap, of course she was taking fucking advantage of it. Presenting herself as being this invested could be dangerous, a weak point to use, but she really didn't care.
She looked at Gen, smiling. "We'll probably have it figured out within the day, especially with my involvement- so yes, I'm sticking around as well, sweetheart."
Familiar, as well. That's what Gen's little story was, far, far too familiar.
"Death and violence incarnate, together. How very charming, a classic!" Val said, openly mocking. Ah, those two things together reminded her of something… she just couldn't recall what. It was on the tip of her tongue. Damn it.
"We'd make an impressive wet dream for those who never grew out of their tacky angst phase." She raised a delicate eyebrow at the other for a moment, considering them. They were just on that line, but surprisingly enough, managed to get away with it- or, at the very least, own it.
They probably thought the same in regards to Val, which would be fair. She held back an amused sound at these thoughts, clearing her throat instead. Gen wasn't just another typical punk piece of trash (that happened to be attractive), there was more here.
"I don't really care what happens in movies, as this isn't one, and that already seems like common sense." Val would never have ignored this kind of phenomenon, even if Gen had wanted to be more childish and uncooperative about it.
"I've gone all of my life without so much of a hint of information in this area- I'm hardly about to flinch away from the opportunity now. The mild humiliation and oddness doesn't matter, in the long run."
It still felt nice, too. She could live with this. Something interesting and clearly relevant had simply thrown itself in her lap, of course she was taking fucking advantage of it. Presenting herself as being this invested could be dangerous, a weak point to use, but she really didn't care.
She looked at Gen, smiling. "We'll probably have it figured out within the day, especially with my involvement- so yes, I'm sticking around as well, sweetheart."
