[ it is an uncomfortable fact that he has still not grown used to not having his bag of tricks, here — there he'd have grenades, and a lit molotov cocktail, and a variety of other useful things, and he laments its loss even more now than ever. but he's going to have to make do with just the cricket bat; it's not enchanted for nothing, and he's made it through worse situations.
(yes, whispers a voice in his head that sounds suspiciously like crystal, and you had edwin with his array of magic skills there to get you out of the situations you couldn't fight your way through. and it's true, but — it's fine, right? it's fine. it'll be fine.)
with a slight smile and tilting his head into the touch, ] Those movies had to get it from somewhere, didn't they? Reckon at least some people working on them were wizards, or psychics, or something.
[ some that he's seen are complete bullshit, but others are surprisingly accurate, enough so that it's actually pretty suspicious. but movies aside; he nods, because he's resigned to not being able to make junpei leave him behind like he should, and finding a rock, well. he doubts it'll make much of a difference, but if it makes him feel like he's doing something useful, maybe that's use enough for it.
so he doesn't argue, and even if he had, the words would be lost to the kiss — he lets go of junpei's hand only so he can hook his arm around him, pull him as close as he can, pouring all of his love into the kisses. and yeah, perhaps this is all needlessly dramatic, perhaps everything will be just fine... but he'd wished he'd kissed junpei like this before leaving for ketsora, so he's not making the same mistake now.
and then junpei's stepping back and charles is nodding and opening his mouth to answer, except the back of his neck is prickling and he can feel the way the air behind him is moving — so instead of saying anything, he moves his hand so he can give junpei a firm push to his chest, send him stumbling back as far as he can, before he's spinning on his feet and smacking his bat straight into the head of a giant snake, sending it careening to the side. ]
sooooo you mean instead it's (g)littering--
(yes, whispers a voice in his head that sounds suspiciously like crystal, and you had edwin with his array of magic skills there to get you out of the situations you couldn't fight your way through. and it's true, but — it's fine, right? it's fine. it'll be fine.)
with a slight smile and tilting his head into the touch, ] Those movies had to get it from somewhere, didn't they? Reckon at least some people working on them were wizards, or psychics, or something.
[ some that he's seen are complete bullshit, but others are surprisingly accurate, enough so that it's actually pretty suspicious. but movies aside; he nods, because he's resigned to not being able to make junpei leave him behind like he should, and finding a rock, well. he doubts it'll make much of a difference, but if it makes him feel like he's doing something useful, maybe that's use enough for it.
so he doesn't argue, and even if he had, the words would be lost to the kiss — he lets go of junpei's hand only so he can hook his arm around him, pull him as close as he can, pouring all of his love into the kisses. and yeah, perhaps this is all needlessly dramatic, perhaps everything will be just fine... but he'd wished he'd kissed junpei like this before leaving for ketsora, so he's not making the same mistake now.
and then junpei's stepping back and charles is nodding and opening his mouth to answer, except the back of his neck is prickling and he can feel the way the air behind him is moving — so instead of saying anything, he moves his hand so he can give junpei a firm push to his chest, send him stumbling back as far as he can, before he's spinning on his feet and smacking his bat straight into the head of a giant snake, sending it careening to the side. ]