[fellas is it gay to think adoringly about a syzygy
Or: While Charles is otherwise occupied with that, Junpei's thoughts have all spiraled down into how nice it is to hold his hand, and how he doesn't really want to go do twee little remembrance activities because... because, but he also doesn't want to admit defeat and have to end their time at the festival, because of the first thing.
It's complex. There's a nuance to it, unlike his handholding, which he feels intermittently is too clingy or too loose or too much, and if he's too awkward about it, Charles is going to politely let go of his hand and pretend he didn't notice.
So the journey to the lanterns is going great. Junpei chuckles, soft but still a little wry; he's going to word-spaghetti out and say something insane about time travel death traps five minutes into this lantern activity, he knows, so maybe fun is being overly generous? Maybe it doesn't matter, because every time he's done that before Charles has only ever supported him and tried to understand, and maybe he should just draw a bunch of hearts on a lantern and see if Charles gets the hint without him having to say anything at all—
Lanterns. It's happening. One of the natives approaches them to give them two lanterns, and Junpei stutters his way through asking for just one, actually, while the lantern attendant gives their hands an unsubtle glance. He takes the lantern.]
Can you grab some, uh, brushes? Markers? Whatever they've got here.
[There are plenty of baubles to add on and Charles has better taste than he does, so this is his mission too.]
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Or: While Charles is otherwise occupied with that, Junpei's thoughts have all spiraled down into how nice it is to hold his hand, and how he doesn't really want to go do twee little remembrance activities because... because, but he also doesn't want to admit defeat and have to end their time at the festival, because of the first thing.
It's complex. There's a nuance to it, unlike his handholding, which he feels intermittently is too clingy or too loose or too much, and if he's too awkward about it, Charles is going to politely let go of his hand and pretend he didn't notice.
So the journey to the lanterns is going great. Junpei chuckles, soft but still a little wry; he's going to word-spaghetti out and say something insane about time travel death traps five minutes into this lantern activity, he knows, so maybe fun is being overly generous? Maybe it doesn't matter, because every time he's done that before Charles has only ever supported him and tried to understand, and maybe he should just draw a bunch of hearts on a lantern and see if Charles gets the hint without him having to say anything at all—
Lanterns. It's happening. One of the natives approaches them to give them two lanterns, and Junpei stutters his way through asking for just one, actually, while the lantern attendant gives their hands an unsubtle glance. He takes the lantern.]
Can you grab some, uh, brushes? Markers? Whatever they've got here.
[There are plenty of baubles to add on and Charles has better taste than he does, so this is his mission too.]