[ too bad — junpei better get used to it, because charles will fuss over those he cares about endlessly. but the pat makes him sigh and let it go, because, well, no harm done, so it's fine.

pivoting to follow him towards where the people with fish are coming from, charles laughs, ducking his head a bit as he looks at junpei with one raised brow. ]

Oh? You got a name in mind already? [ but, ] Sure, you name the fish. If that makes you happy, I'm all for it.

[ is he resigning himself to an afterlife with a ridiculously named fish? probably. does he care? nnnot particularly.

luckily the booth isn't too far away — they pass a few food stalls and another game booth that seems to revolve around pulling strings until they make it to the one with the fish, and charles stops with a sweeping gesture towards the booth. ] Well, show me what you've got, then.