[The looming presence of a Hanes 6-pack of shitty v-necks is the real ghost haunting this moment as Junpei gives Charles a look that can only be described as incredulous about undershirts. Really, he's that fancy... wow.]
A t-shirt would still be fine...
[Just in defense of t-shirts here, and now no one has to wonder what's under Junpei's yukata, because it's absolutely the shirt he put on this morning.
It's only once the curtain on this little dressing room is drawn that Junpei realizes exactly what he's done in offering to help with this, and possibly only because he's fiddling with the curtain to make sure it's going to stay closed, who doesn't put an actual door on their changing room, come on—and then he turns, only to be faced with... suspenders. This is maybe 15% when it comes to a state of undress, but suspenders and a tank top have momentarily short-circuited the rest of his thoughts.
Oh jeez.]
Uh— Yeah, give me that. And hold your arms out like this. [He demonstrates, and once he has the yukata, shuffles around to make quick work of getting Charles' arms through it. That's the easy step; the rest is slower going, admittedly,] It's, uh, been a minute.
[Maybe the last time he helped someone else with a yukata was with his parents, which generously would have been six or seven years ago, so let him fuss and drape at a snail's pace, thanks.]
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A t-shirt would still be fine...
[Just in defense of t-shirts here, and now no one has to wonder what's under Junpei's yukata, because it's absolutely the shirt he put on this morning.
It's only once the curtain on this little dressing room is drawn that Junpei realizes exactly what he's done in offering to help with this, and possibly only because he's fiddling with the curtain to make sure it's going to stay closed, who doesn't put an actual door on their changing room, come on—and then he turns, only to be faced with... suspenders. This is maybe 15% when it comes to a state of undress, but suspenders and a tank top have momentarily short-circuited the rest of his thoughts.
Oh jeez.]
Uh— Yeah, give me that. And hold your arms out like this. [He demonstrates, and once he has the yukata, shuffles around to make quick work of getting Charles' arms through it. That's the easy step; the rest is slower going, admittedly,] It's, uh, been a minute.
[Maybe the last time he helped someone else with a yukata was with his parents, which generously would have been six or seven years ago, so let him fuss and drape at a snail's pace, thanks.]