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[namuthing]

[Senjuro might be used to that feeling, but Genya doesn't have to like it. His fingers clench around the rice ball, tight enough to squash all of his hard work. He doesn't even care about the mess. Instead, he levels a fierce look on the boy.]

That's bullshit and we both know it. You shouldn't have to force anything around him. Especially not for a damn demon.

[He can't help the vehemence. He just doesn't get it. How can the elder Rengoku look the other way when everyone else was clearly around edge around that thing.]

It ain't right.

[averageineverything]

[ah... it doesn't take a genius to tell he's upset genya, but senjuro doesn't know what else to do about it. without getting too much into genya's personal space, he sweeps up the spilled rice by hand.]

... A lot of people have said similar things about my father. Kyojuro never gave up on him, and neither will I. The best I can hope for is that my brother's judgment is sound, and the -- man who was an Upper Rank can become better, just like my father has.

[namuthing]

[Well...

Genya is still pissed by what's happening but. If there's one thing he understands, it's unflinching loyalty to family. Sanemi had tried to take his eyes out, and Genya would still lay down and die for the man if he asked. Wanting to be there if something went wrong, stubbornly standing by when his brother was being equally as stubborn.

It's like looking in a mirror.

Rather than shout anymore, Genya opts to grind his teeth together as he tries to clean up his hand.]

... Sorry about the mess.