[There is so much Charles in his immediate vicinity, like all up in his fries he might go so far as to say, smartly, that Junpei considers himself fully excused for letting his imagination get away from him again. Of course it's you, Charles says, and then they'd kiss, and Junpei would be a total savant at making out in changing rooms, actually, and Charles would be so impressed...
But in the real world which falls short of a romantic comedy, Charles stands straight and looks away, and that aches in a very particular way in Junpei's chest; not like his feelings are hurt, but a little disappointed all the same. That was a moment, certainly, and in the absence of anything smart to say about it Junpei looks down again like the obi and yukata need one more check to make sure he didn't royally fuck them up. Okay.
Cool.
Okay.]
So... you want to get going? Or mess with the patterns, or whatever...
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But in the real world which falls short of a romantic comedy, Charles stands straight and looks away, and that aches in a very particular way in Junpei's chest; not like his feelings are hurt, but a little disappointed all the same. That was a moment, certainly, and in the absence of anything smart to say about it Junpei looks down again like the obi and yukata need one more check to make sure he didn't royally fuck them up. Okay.
Cool.
Okay.]
So... you want to get going? Or mess with the patterns, or whatever...