IC Contact [Siren's Pull]

[recitings]

What do you have to present? Speak.

[A beep sounds.]

Comments

[mentors]

I won't, Gen. I never will.

[He smiles now, something he hasn't done in the last week or so, and squeezes Genesis' hand before pulling it away, reaching up to ruffle his hair instead.]

[recitings]

[Gen's instinct is the pout at the ruffling, but instead, he welcomes it, moving forward so he could hug his best friend the way he had always done since they were kids.]

[mentors]

[Hugs are nice, and he huffs a soft laugh against the other's cheek, returning it with a strong hold around the other.

Just as usual.]