[ said with a small shrug; he's not as well-versed as he could be, not with most of his time having gone to case work, but they did have plenty of free time too and when you don't have to sleep, well, suddenly there's at least seven more hours in the day to just devote to listening to new music and sneaking into concerts or movies, or, in some memorable occasions, movie sets. handy when no one can see you and all that!
as junpei grabs the beer and seems to contemplate how to open it, charles reaches into his overcoat pocket and produces a bottle opener, sliding it over the floor to the other. ]
Huh, so right now, are you speaking English or Japanese? [ he wonders if he's hearing his actual words, or if it's translated. somehow, it matters.
and then he's launching into his very brief and mildly depressing life story, and charles — well, charles evaluates his options, and after a few seconds, scoots to where junpei's sitting with his back on the wall and just settles there next to him instead of being across from him as he was. he slides against the wall a bit so that he's sitting kind of slumped over, a triangle of air between his back and the wall, a position that'd be uncomfortable if he could feel it; but it allows him to sit more or less level with his friend, so that's really what matters. ]
Sneakers sound aces, [ he says with a small grin, then, instead of anything else. ]
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[ said with a small shrug; he's not as well-versed as he could be, not with most of his time having gone to case work, but they did have plenty of free time too and when you don't have to sleep, well, suddenly there's at least seven more hours in the day to just devote to listening to new music and sneaking into concerts or movies, or, in some memorable occasions, movie sets. handy when no one can see you and all that!
as junpei grabs the beer and seems to contemplate how to open it, charles reaches into his overcoat pocket and produces a bottle opener, sliding it over the floor to the other. ]
Huh, so right now, are you speaking English or Japanese? [ he wonders if he's hearing his actual words, or if it's translated. somehow, it matters.
and then he's launching into his very brief and mildly depressing life story, and charles — well, charles evaluates his options, and after a few seconds, scoots to where junpei's sitting with his back on the wall and just settles there next to him instead of being across from him as he was. he slides against the wall a bit so that he's sitting kind of slumped over, a triangle of air between his back and the wall, a position that'd be uncomfortable if he could feel it; but it allows him to sit more or less level with his friend, so that's really what matters. ]
Sneakers sound aces, [ he says with a small grin, then, instead of anything else. ]