[ charles, for all his issues with his short attention span, has always been a good listener when the subject matter is interesting — idly, through his amusement at picturing the scene in question, he thinks that he could probably sit here for hours and just listen to junpei tell him random anecdotes of his life. because, well, he knows the broad strokes, but this? this is the first time he's referring to anything specific like this, the first time he's mentioning anyone by name, and charles feels a bit blindsided with how badly he wants to know more.

he laughs, then, shaking his head with a fond little sigh. ] Not very professional of you, yeah? Was he mad? Seven, I mean?

[ but, ] Right, if we're trading stories... one time I freed this owl from a mausoleum, thought it was this dead witch's familiar, but, uh, turned out it was a forest deity and it was really insistent it owes me a favour, so... it took me to draw this sword out of a stone, you know, like a whole King Arthur thing and all. It also turned into a dragon, which was less cool, but anyway, that's how I got my sword. Never used it much cause I prefer the cricket bat, but... [ he shrugs and laughs sheepishly. ] Edwin made me promise to stop freeing random animals that hang round dead witches and to stop talking to random animals if they talk to me and want me to follow them.

[ a pause. ] Your turn.