[ it's a great day, all around — it doesn't matter that they do rather badly at the different games (well, aside from the one that requires throwing balls to knock over bottles, because that one charles decimates in record time; he's not lost the ability to throw fast and accurate over the years), because it's actually quite funny, and several booths leave him laughing so hard he feels like he might run out of the breath he doesn't even need. and more importantly, they're here together, something that leaves him feeling buoyant, somehow, happy and pleased and content all at once, a bubbling warmth inside him as he listens to junpei tell him about the festival, the games and the food, committing each fact into memory.
when they run out of things to do, it doesn't really matter — charles is more than happy to simply walk around aimlessly, or pick a spot to hang around in. idly, he thinks that it wouldn't really matter to him, where they are and what they're doing, as long as junpei is there with him, which —
he sets that thought aside, looking at him at the question, his smile answering for him before he actually speaks the words. ]
Bad? Nah, not at all. It's been pretty mint. [ a pause. ] Thanks. For coming with me.
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when they run out of things to do, it doesn't really matter — charles is more than happy to simply walk around aimlessly, or pick a spot to hang around in. idly, he thinks that it wouldn't really matter to him, where they are and what they're doing, as long as junpei is there with him, which —
he sets that thought aside, looking at him at the question, his smile answering for him before he actually speaks the words. ]
Bad? Nah, not at all. It's been pretty mint. [ a pause. ] Thanks. For coming with me.