[Ah—well, that kind of stops his plucky delight about Gundam in its tracks. He tries not to visibly falter, opting to go for a slightly-longer-than-necessary sip of beer, but he still manages,]
Like— mecha. Big robots with a pilot. There's a ton of series about 'em, you've got to have seen at least one.
[He'll even accept just walking by a Gundam DVD in a shopfront, that's enough. It'd be best to let the other topic face gracefully into the background, he knows, that's easily the neater and tidier option, but Junpei has never been anything but graceless, so before that can happen—] Your, uh, you...
[—it comes out in the wrong register, too abrupt, and he flips the corner of the notebook pages a few times before he tries again, softer,] It took a while? Sorry, that's— that sucks.
[That's what bothers him, he thinks; there isn't a cool and fun way to die, but quicker is better than not.]
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Like— mecha. Big robots with a pilot. There's a ton of series about 'em, you've got to have seen at least one.
[He'll even accept just walking by a Gundam DVD in a shopfront, that's enough. It'd be best to let the other topic face gracefully into the background, he knows, that's easily the neater and tidier option, but Junpei has never been anything but graceless, so before that can happen—] Your, uh, you...
[—it comes out in the wrong register, too abrupt, and he flips the corner of the notebook pages a few times before he tries again, softer,] It took a while? Sorry, that's— that sucks.
[That's what bothers him, he thinks; there isn't a cool and fun way to die, but quicker is better than not.]