[The who the fuck, Junpei thinks, and then wonders if maybe he shouldn't have checked up on the local lore a bit sooner. That can wait until later though, because he doesn't care one whit who the Ketsorans are unless they come knocking on his door.
Then Charles has his hand, and he says you and Junpei's heart flips, and then you can't do anything and it flips back the other way, just to keep him grounded, he supposes. That's another what the fuck, in his opinion, because whoever invented the rules for spectral first aid is a real prick— Junpei makes a face, frustrated at his own inability to do anything, to speed this process along, and squeezes Charles' hand.]
Okay, I'm not. [Don't give him that look, his heart's going to burst, it'll be really embarrassing-] Just - scoot over, then you don't have to move anymore, I promise.
[Do scoot though, so he can claim a corner of the bed to sit on, settling cross-legged and after a split-second decision, giving his own leg a significant pat. Come here, rest, ghost-nap, whatever works. He's staying. Now that they're together again he feels much less frayed than he has for the past few days - chalk it up to his, hm, unique experiences, but he's much better at handling a crisis with the right company.
Not that everything is as it should be... His gaze drifts to the spot Charles had been holding later, the wound he can't quite see, and he frowns. More than anything he's grateful Charles made it back at all, but he's going to wonder, so,]
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Then Charles has his hand, and he says you and Junpei's heart flips, and then you can't do anything and it flips back the other way, just to keep him grounded, he supposes. That's another what the fuck, in his opinion, because whoever invented the rules for spectral first aid is a real prick— Junpei makes a face, frustrated at his own inability to do anything, to speed this process along, and squeezes Charles' hand.]
Okay, I'm not. [Don't give him that look, his heart's going to burst, it'll be really embarrassing-] Just - scoot over, then you don't have to move anymore, I promise.
[Do scoot though, so he can claim a corner of the bed to sit on, settling cross-legged and after a split-second decision, giving his own leg a significant pat. Come here, rest, ghost-nap, whatever works. He's staying. Now that they're together again he feels much less frayed than he has for the past few days - chalk it up to his, hm, unique experiences, but he's much better at handling a crisis with the right company.
Not that everything is as it should be... His gaze drifts to the spot Charles had been holding later, the wound he can't quite see, and he frowns. More than anything he's grateful Charles made it back at all, but he's going to wonder, so,]
You wanna tell me what happened, or...?