[Until 6-pack t-shirts and the same crummy jeans as always are festival-appropriate attire, it's all suits and harp concerts in spirit—
Still, Junpei assumes that, obi all squared away, they will leave this very small room and go to the festival in earnest, but oh - there's Charles, dashing that idea upon the rocks with his insinuations and his proximity and his pretty eyes. Ah. Junpei runs through a whole litany of ways to respond to that first comment, from oh, is that a promise? to I wouldn't mind seeing more of you right now, but he is, sadly, A Dingus, so what he says is, mumbled:]
Uh—sure. I'm sure.
[And he blinks a few times, like that will stave off the many mental images he now has of being just like this, only no yukata and no obi. Charles in his tank top and his goddamn suspenders, Junpei's hands on his waist, and...
Well, never mind that now. Junpei shakes his head lightly, biting back his immediate urge to say Charles just has low standards if he's so set on getting Junpei's clumsy, bumbling help.]
That's- that's cool. [perfect. nailing it.] Anything you need, right? I guess that includes folding help...
[He's not sure what else to say that wouldn't be, hm, way too much and way too awkward, so he settles,] I'm glad I get to be... that one. Who helps.
[Anyway, he's going to bury himself at sea, never mind—]
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Still, Junpei assumes that, obi all squared away, they will leave this very small room and go to the festival in earnest, but oh - there's Charles, dashing that idea upon the rocks with his insinuations and his proximity and his pretty eyes. Ah. Junpei runs through a whole litany of ways to respond to that first comment, from oh, is that a promise? to I wouldn't mind seeing more of you right now, but he is, sadly, A Dingus, so what he says is, mumbled:]
Uh—sure. I'm sure.
[And he blinks a few times, like that will stave off the many mental images he now has of being just like this, only no yukata and no obi. Charles in his tank top and his goddamn suspenders, Junpei's hands on his waist, and...
Well, never mind that now. Junpei shakes his head lightly, biting back his immediate urge to say Charles just has low standards if he's so set on getting Junpei's clumsy, bumbling help.]
That's- that's cool. [perfect. nailing it.] Anything you need, right? I guess that includes folding help...
[He's not sure what else to say that wouldn't be, hm, way too much and way too awkward, so he settles,] I'm glad I get to be... that one. Who helps.
[Anyway, he's going to bury himself at sea, never mind—]