[Obi in hand, Junpei pauses, to pointedly consider the words if not the flirting. He sighs, exaggerated, and hangs his head in a way that doesn't entirely hide a little smirk.]
Man, it's tricking me into going to the harp concert all over again.
[Ha. Wordlessly he gestures for Charles to hold his arms still again, so that he can tie this thing without getting a faceful of sleeve. It shouldn't take nearly as long as the yukata itself, but it's a process reduced entirely to fussing around Charles' waist, and Junpei is extremely aware of every time he has to tuck a hand between belt and body. Worse, he can't even rush to the end, or else it will look bad and fancy-pants clothing snob Charles shouldn't look bad because of his fumbling...
He's made it to maybe the second to last step before he stops and says to the belt,] Goddamn it.
[And then up to Charles,] I just know you weren't paying attention to these steps, either.
[Note to self: Say them out loud maybe next time?? He'll learn. Well, let him finish this, and,] You don't need an excuse. To hang out with me, I mean.
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Man, it's tricking me into going to the harp concert all over again.
[Ha. Wordlessly he gestures for Charles to hold his arms still again, so that he can tie this thing without getting a faceful of sleeve. It shouldn't take nearly as long as the yukata itself, but it's a process reduced entirely to fussing around Charles' waist, and Junpei is extremely aware of every time he has to tuck a hand between belt and body. Worse, he can't even rush to the end, or else it will look bad and fancy-pants clothing snob Charles shouldn't look bad because of his fumbling...
He's made it to maybe the second to last step before he stops and says to the belt,] Goddamn it.
[And then up to Charles,] I just know you weren't paying attention to these steps, either.
[Note to self: Say them out loud maybe next time?? He'll learn. Well, let him finish this, and,] You don't need an excuse. To hang out with me, I mean.