[ but i haven't even drunk anything is charles' first thought when the floor seems to lurch under him as he stares at junpei (or maybe it's his stomach doing a full one-eighty, he's not entirely sure here). his second thought is, shit, he's cute. his third thought is just a solid what.
no, you know what, he'll... get back to this later. maybe. possibly.
right now, he's got a joke-riddle to answer, because apparently he's got no defense against junpei looking at him like that. ] Right, okay. Uh, the wings?
[ he doesn't even really think about it — just says the first thing that comes to mind. in all honesty, he's not entirely sure he could reliably describe a chicken right now if he was asked to. ]
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no, you know what, he'll... get back to this later. maybe. possibly.
right now, he's got a joke-riddle to answer, because apparently he's got no defense against junpei looking at him like that. ] Right, okay. Uh, the wings?
[ he doesn't even really think about it — just says the first thing that comes to mind. in all honesty, he's not entirely sure he could reliably describe a chicken right now if he was asked to. ]