[Okay, first order of business, whenever possible: get throwable items. Even just a rock or something, and Junpei would be looking around for a sizable rock to chuck at a monster if he weren't looking at Charles. He's not freaking out, to his credit, but he doesn't look especially calm and collected either; there's an openly strained, almost pained look on his face as he considers the myriad terrible possibilities here. His imagination has already run away with "Charles stays behind," so it's with a mix of sick dread at that thought and slow relief at Charles not doing that that he just... looks.
It's still not... a completely great feeling. He doesn't want them to be separated for event a moment, especially with the imminent threat of violence. He glances down at the bat when Charles twirls it and then back up hastily, mouth screwed up in a tight, uncomfortable line. Charles shifts them and Junpei half-stumbles, squeezing Charles' hand tightly and reaching to touch his cheek with his other hand.]
That's monster movie logic, but whatever.
[Just saying!! To Junpei it only makes sense that they need to split up and Charles has to get a minimum number of hits in if they're literally living in a horror movie, which—
Well, the moon is fucked up and there were coffins sitting around a block behind them, so maybe it's close enough. Still, it sounds ridiculous to him, but that could also be the stress talking.]
I'm not leaving you behind, [they both know this, so he adds,] so I'm not going further than the corner over there. And I'm going to find a big goddamn rock for throwing.
[Nonnegotiable, this plan! He glances around wildly for a moment—no idea where the monster is, he has no keen sense for monster positioning—then presses close on tiptoe to pull Charles into a kiss, swift and firm. Then another, sliding his hand back from Charles' cheek to curl his fingers in his hair, grip tight. If they're living in a horror movie then he's getting his dramatic climactic scene, or so help him—
When he steps back he sways a little, again, but he nods; he can handle this. They can absolutely handle this.]
in my own house??? nah
It's still not... a completely great feeling. He doesn't want them to be separated for event a moment, especially with the imminent threat of violence. He glances down at the bat when Charles twirls it and then back up hastily, mouth screwed up in a tight, uncomfortable line. Charles shifts them and Junpei half-stumbles, squeezing Charles' hand tightly and reaching to touch his cheek with his other hand.]
That's monster movie logic, but whatever.
[Just saying!! To Junpei it only makes sense that they need to split up and Charles has to get a minimum number of hits in if they're literally living in a horror movie, which—
Well, the moon is fucked up and there were coffins sitting around a block behind them, so maybe it's close enough. Still, it sounds ridiculous to him, but that could also be the stress talking.]
I'm not leaving you behind, [they both know this, so he adds,] so I'm not going further than the corner over there. And I'm going to find a big goddamn rock for throwing.
[Nonnegotiable, this plan! He glances around wildly for a moment—no idea where the monster is, he has no keen sense for monster positioning—then presses close on tiptoe to pull Charles into a kiss, swift and firm. Then another, sliding his hand back from Charles' cheek to curl his fingers in his hair, grip tight. If they're living in a horror movie then he's getting his dramatic climactic scene, or so help him—
When he steps back he sways a little, again, but he nods; he can handle this. They can absolutely handle this.]
Just tell me which way to go and I'll do it.