[There's something about sitting around and talking about nothing at all - movies they've seen is fun and light and carries no weight and shoulders no terrible burdens, after all - that reminds Junpei of university. He'd spent his share of hours sitting around talking about nothing with roommates and friends, and it was only a few years ago but it feels like a lifetime away, and while he stares at the ceiling and tries to do math, god, what is he thinking - it also just feels good, to talk about nothing. He has Charles to thank for that, a thought that floods him with a sudden warmth.
He turns his head to look at Charles sideways, fond, but this is a talking-about-nothing moment, so he says:]
Did they have collectibles? You know, like— themed plastic cups and stuff?
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He turns his head to look at Charles sideways, fond, but this is a talking-about-nothing moment, so he says:]
Did they have collectibles? You know, like— themed plastic cups and stuff?