[Hey, wow. Junpei reaches up to tug on Charles' sleeve again, then curling his fingers around his wrist to put a stop to patting his poor drunk head like that. But if he doesn't let go, well...

Anyway. Don Quijote!!]

Ask me again when I'm hungover and I'll say the same thing. It's the most store. I'd show you, but... [the obvious. so,] Maybe in five years.