[ as junpei fumbles through his responses, something that's incredibly endearing and makes something inside him feel strangely warm (in the metaphorical kind of way), charles simply smiles at him — the warmth reflects in his eyes, too, even as his expression turns into something... not quite dazed but very close, because the longer he stands there, crouched, staring at junpei like he wants nothing more than to be able to draw this exact moment from memory forever —
well. the more he feels like it'd be so, so easy to simply — lean closer, bridge the distance like he'd already wanted to, back there in the park, and —
oh. oh, shit. so the impulse hadn't been just a temporary side-effect of being human again. is there, like, a self-help line to call where he could maybe ask if wanting to kiss your friend is normal? he's pretty sure it's not, but then, he had kissed crystal, and they were friends now, so — maybe? ]
Of course it's you, [ he says, tone distracted and matter-of-fact as he lets his gaze focus, again, take in junpei's expression, the way charles has somehow managed to lean a little closer despite himself, close enough to count every single individual eyelash, and oh, yeah, that's his phantom heart flipping inside his chest like it's trying to qualify for the olympics.
biting his lip, he straightens up to his full height very abruptly and looks away like his afterlife depends on it. which... it might? because otherwise he thinks he might just disintegrate on the spot. or maybe he could just fall through the floor? the shop might have a basement. that'd be a good plan. ]
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well. the more he feels like it'd be so, so easy to simply — lean closer, bridge the distance like he'd already wanted to, back there in the park, and —
oh. oh, shit. so the impulse hadn't been just a temporary side-effect of being human again. is there, like, a self-help line to call where he could maybe ask if wanting to kiss your friend is normal? he's pretty sure it's not, but then, he had kissed crystal, and they were friends now, so — maybe? ]
Of course it's you, [ he says, tone distracted and matter-of-fact as he lets his gaze focus, again, take in junpei's expression, the way charles has somehow managed to lean a little closer despite himself, close enough to count every single individual eyelash, and oh, yeah, that's his phantom heart flipping inside his chest like it's trying to qualify for the olympics.
biting his lip, he straightens up to his full height very abruptly and looks away like his afterlife depends on it. which... it might? because otherwise he thinks he might just disintegrate on the spot. or maybe he could just fall through the floor? the shop might have a basement. that'd be a good plan. ]