[Cool, cool cool cool, completely normal things happening in the changing room at the—the whatever this shop is called, Junpei can't be expected to think about things at this specific juncture, can he? No! Charles is being perfectly normal, ergo Junpei can also be perfectly normal about normal and ordinary things. Here in the changing room.
It's fine. He only startles minutely when Charles pulls back the curtain, like the entire shop (well, that one lady) is going to know exactly all of the things they... weren't doing.]
I— I wouldn't call it wasted... [he needs to shuffle out of this little room asap or he'll vaporize instantly, hold on, shuffling,] I mean, you wanted to dress up.
[Therefore: success! Junpei shrugs and sidles past to go wait by the door, idly peering out the front window like he can see the whole of the festival from here. He's feeling marginally less like he'll vomit his whole heart out once Charles has paid, so, hm, back to... festivities. Cool.]
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It's fine. He only startles minutely when Charles pulls back the curtain, like the entire shop (well, that one lady) is going to know exactly all of the things they... weren't doing.]
I— I wouldn't call it wasted... [he needs to shuffle out of this little room asap or he'll vaporize instantly, hold on, shuffling,] I mean, you wanted to dress up.
[Therefore: success! Junpei shrugs and sidles past to go wait by the door, idly peering out the front window like he can see the whole of the festival from here. He's feeling marginally less like he'll vomit his whole heart out once Charles has paid, so, hm, back to... festivities. Cool.]
You ready? I bet I could win you a fish.