[But okay, okay, sure. Junpei doesn't need to argue that he sucks at telescope drawings, not when there are more actually quality drawings to look at. He raises an eyebrow - why would he be mad, unless Charles is secretly the worst person ever and all of his drawings are offensive? - and turns his attention to the notebook. The drawings of people really show Charles' talent more than the flowers and stuff, at least to Junpei's non-artist eye; people seem harder to draw? It makes sense!
Then—oh.]
Huh, that's me.
[He doesn't know what else to say besides that, feeling, honestly, kind of choked up for a moment. That feels silly; it's just a drawing, but there's something about the earnestness of it, the attention to detail, the vulnerability in that don't be mad still lingering as he looks at the drawing. Maybe it's been a longer and shittier couple weeks than he thought, if something like a nice little drawing is going to make him get emotional, ah—
But luckily that doesn't last too long, the vaguely overwhelmed feeling giving way to—well. He's blushing, and worse, all the way to his ears. He clears his throat, still looking at the drawing of himself giving him that look back from the page. Jeez.]
Why, uh... why would I be mad? It looks like me, so...
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[But okay, okay, sure. Junpei doesn't need to argue that he sucks at telescope drawings, not when there are more actually quality drawings to look at. He raises an eyebrow - why would he be mad, unless Charles is secretly the worst person ever and all of his drawings are offensive? - and turns his attention to the notebook. The drawings of people really show Charles' talent more than the flowers and stuff, at least to Junpei's non-artist eye; people seem harder to draw? It makes sense!
Then—oh.]
Huh, that's me.
[He doesn't know what else to say besides that, feeling, honestly, kind of choked up for a moment. That feels silly; it's just a drawing, but there's something about the earnestness of it, the attention to detail, the vulnerability in that don't be mad still lingering as he looks at the drawing. Maybe it's been a longer and shittier couple weeks than he thought, if something like a nice little drawing is going to make him get emotional, ah—
But luckily that doesn't last too long, the vaguely overwhelmed feeling giving way to—well. He's blushing, and worse, all the way to his ears. He clears his throat, still looking at the drawing of himself giving him that look back from the page. Jeez.]
Why, uh... why would I be mad? It looks like me, so...