[Oh, good, he's there, what a relief— a bigger sense of relief than Junpei had expected, honestly, especially given how wound up he's gotten himself over these past two days. But Charles is there, and apparently even has downtime to text him, and to make little quips about horses? All good signs, and Junpei sinks down into the couch where he's flopped gracelessly on it, eyes glued to the tablet so he couldn't possibly miss a single message.]
didn't know you even knew how to ride a horse. i don't.
[At the back of his mind he doesn't want to talk about horses at all, he wants to dump every feeling he has for Charles into this text box and send it, he wants Charles' next message to suddenly be "oh hey we're done early, be back soon!"
But, well, that's not happening, and since not knowing every detail is killing him but knowing every detail would make him worse— horse chatter is what they've got.]
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didn't know you even knew how to ride a horse. i don't.
[At the back of his mind he doesn't want to talk about horses at all, he wants to dump every feeling he has for Charles into this text box and send it, he wants Charles' next message to suddenly be "oh hey we're done early, be back soon!"
But, well, that's not happening, and since not knowing every detail is killing him but knowing every detail would make him worse— horse chatter is what they've got.]
what's the horse's name?