[ well, it's a good thing charles isn't exactly the paragon of normality when it comes to relationships or showing care, then, either.
the mention of the telescope makes him chuckle and say, ] Oi, I liked the telescope!
[ but then he, well, he'd scratch his cheek in embarrassment if he had a hand free, but his arm hasn't moved from its place and his other hand is holding the notebook, so he settles for glancing to the side and biting his lip.
eventually he just hands junpei the notebook to flip through, with a sigh and a sheepish, almost cautious, ] Here. But, um, don't be mad, yeah?
[ his eyes are very large and pleading. the why isn't immediately obvious — there's more buildings around aldrip, a few sketches of streets or a cool sign over a shop; then there's a few of the same place, seeming to be an office, drawn from memory; and then there's people. a white-haired, japanese girl laughing, bathed in blue light (the only colour found in any of the drawings). then a few pages torn off, and then more people, a few junpei might recognise: scott, arms crossed and looking somewhat righteously angry; richard, sitting down and staring at a croissant like it might jump up and bite him.
and then, well, once he turns the page, he'll see — there's none of the surroundings drawn, there, very clearly on purpose; instead, it's just a sketch of junpei himself, crouched down, head tilted to the side, looking at what one might call the camera if this was a photograph, looking a bit tired but with a small, genuine smile. ]
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the mention of the telescope makes him chuckle and say, ] Oi, I liked the telescope!
[ but then he, well, he'd scratch his cheek in embarrassment if he had a hand free, but his arm hasn't moved from its place and his other hand is holding the notebook, so he settles for glancing to the side and biting his lip.
eventually he just hands junpei the notebook to flip through, with a sigh and a sheepish, almost cautious, ] Here. But, um, don't be mad, yeah?
[ his eyes are very large and pleading. the why isn't immediately obvious — there's more buildings around aldrip, a few sketches of streets or a cool sign over a shop; then there's a few of the same place, seeming to be an office, drawn from memory; and then there's people. a white-haired, japanese girl laughing, bathed in blue light (the only colour found in any of the drawings). then a few pages torn off, and then more people, a few junpei might recognise: scott, arms crossed and looking somewhat righteously angry; richard, sitting down and staring at a croissant like it might jump up and bite him.
and then, well, once he turns the page, he'll see — there's none of the surroundings drawn, there, very clearly on purpose; instead, it's just a sketch of junpei himself, crouched down, head tilted to the side, looking at what one might call the camera if this was a photograph, looking a bit tired but with a small, genuine smile. ]