“I won’t go,” Gen whines, his arm snaking around your waist from behind, “I don’t want to.”

He’s already dreading the thought of sitting through a meeting for hours listening to pointless colloquy. He’d rather dedicate his time to his video games, or just simply residing in your arms.

So when he was due to attend another one of those damned meetings, it’s only customary of him to sulk and act like a spoiled little child. After all, he finds these meetings to be meaningless. Attending them would be perpetual to hours of torture.

That said, he’ll begrudgingly go if you insist.