[Oh, hey. Junpei looks up at Charles totally unsuspectingly, just listening attentively until he gets a pillow dropped on his face. Then he says hey whoa into the pillow, tugging it down to hug it against his chest.

What is fast fashion, is it like fast food... he won't voice this thought out loud. Instead he reaches up to pinch Charles' sleeve and hum, thoughtfully.]

So I can't get a bare chest muscle shirt either? [This one is completely a bit, he would Not,] My shirts aren't that bad.

[Well, they're shirts. They're serviceable. Not that he dressed any better before his edgy all black era, but that's irrelevant right now. He tugs that sleeve, which he thinks is making a point about thread counts.]

You'll have to show me the good stuff, then.