[ to say that he's a bit distracted on the way to ketsora would be an understatement. the first time they set camp, he contemplates on taking out his mirror and just going back, if briefly — but he can admit to himself that the likelihood of him being able to leave for a second time is abysmal, and so the mirror stays in his bag.
for the entire first night there, he alternates between looking at his phone and wondering whether messaging junpei would make things better or worse, and flipping through his notebook, making idle sketches to pass the time.
the second day, when they're finally on the outskirts of ketsora and preparing their plan for infiltration, the ping of his phone makes charles let out an entirely unnecessary breath in abject relief, because in the end, the only reason he'd not messaged junpei before had been his uncertainty over whether he'd like to hear anything of what's going on — and that he is willing to put aside his distaste for this whole endeavour just to text him, well. that means a lot to him. ]
so far so good.
riding horses is a bloody pain though, can't believe some people do this for fun
[ he stares at the screen a bit too long after that, nearly deleting the whole thing, because they didn't manage levity very well two days ago, can they manage it now? but, god, he can't not try. if he tries very, very hard to be as normal as possible, maybe he'll manifest it into reality. ]
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for the entire first night there, he alternates between looking at his phone and wondering whether messaging junpei would make things better or worse, and flipping through his notebook, making idle sketches to pass the time.
the second day, when they're finally on the outskirts of ketsora and preparing their plan for infiltration, the ping of his phone makes charles let out an entirely unnecessary breath in abject relief, because in the end, the only reason he'd not messaged junpei before had been his uncertainty over whether he'd like to hear anything of what's going on — and that he is willing to put aside his distaste for this whole endeavour just to text him, well. that means a lot to him. ]
so far so good.
riding horses is a bloody pain though, can't believe some people do this for fun
[ he stares at the screen a bit too long after that, nearly deleting the whole thing, because they didn't manage levity very well two days ago, can they manage it now? but, god, he can't not try. if he tries very, very hard to be as normal as possible, maybe he'll manifest it into reality. ]