[ as if on instinct, as they walk, charles drifts closer to junpei — he doesn't think much of personal space as a concept, in general, but this is... different. like an itch under his ghostly skin that will not let up until he is close enough for their arms to brush as they walk; only the does it quiet down into a pleased, content hum.

(as ever, he doesn't really think about it — simply does as he feels like he should. what's there to think about, right?) ]

Well, [ charles starts, grinning widely, ] She turned out to be a church grim. And she was bound to a particular graveyard with this really old church in the middle of it — anyway, wouldn't have survived long outside it, would she?

[ he shrugs; they're walking close enough for junpei to feel the movement. ] She's still there. I go visit her sometimes. She's real cute, all black, red eyes, about this big — [ he reaches out and taps the middle of junpei's chest with his hand, ] You'd like her!