Never said I don't, [ comes the answer with a bright grin — because he does! he really does, actually, but, you know. he can like his silly drawings and also acknowledge that poor gab probably deserves better.

he then moves on to doing as instructed and imagining the little dog and coming to the conclusion he must be right adorable. ] So, small and cute. [ sounds like a description fitting for someone else he knows—

anyway! ] Well, you're not missing out. The boarding school I went to was Catholic, and it sucked. Besides, it's the stuff you do that decides your afterlife, not God or whatever.

[ it seems like he's about to go on, because charles actually has quite a lot of opinions about religion, it turns out — except they've made it to the festival area proper, now, which means there's more people around, and a gaggle of youngsters is rushing towards them and past and charles reaches out, grabs junpei's sleeve to sharply pull him with him as he takes a few quick steps to the side to avoid a collision. ]

Oi, watch it, won't you! [ his yell after the kids doesn't really do much, but he tried... ]