[Junpei scoffs, despite himself—but they don't really have the time to discuss the accuracy of monster movies, not when there's a great big something skulking around close enough to definitely know they're here. It's a miracle and a half already that they have time to plan ("plan"), hasty as it is, and to kiss like the world is ending.
Maybe it is, again—there's really no way of knowing how long the moon is going to look like that, or the streets remain foggy and full of monsters. It's time worth taking no matter what, to put into pure feeling the things words would take too long to get across. These kisses are I love you and be careful and we'll be fine and kick its ass, for good luck—and a half-dozen other things that circle around the moment until they break apart.
And then Charles shoves him back, and Junpei might have had something else to say but it dies in his throat as he stumbles and nearly trips over himself, catching his footing just in time to see something huge and duck, even with Charles between it and him—
He doesn't get a clear look until the thing veers off to the side, spitting? Hissing? Oh, it's-]
What the fuck, [he says, and scrambles back a bit more, trying to keep his eyes on the big lumbering body of the snake. He crouches low, fumbling around for a rock, finding a whole bunch of stones that are way too small to do anything against a thing that big, shit—
Unless... He grabs a rock the size of his fist, hefting it, considering as he calls out—]
Hey— If I throw something, can you hit it with that thing?
it's (g)iving
Maybe it is, again—there's really no way of knowing how long the moon is going to look like that, or the streets remain foggy and full of monsters. It's time worth taking no matter what, to put into pure feeling the things words would take too long to get across. These kisses are I love you and be careful and we'll be fine and kick its ass, for good luck—and a half-dozen other things that circle around the moment until they break apart.
And then Charles shoves him back, and Junpei might have had something else to say but it dies in his throat as he stumbles and nearly trips over himself, catching his footing just in time to see something huge and duck, even with Charles between it and him—
He doesn't get a clear look until the thing veers off to the side, spitting? Hissing? Oh, it's-]
What the fuck, [he says, and scrambles back a bit more, trying to keep his eyes on the big lumbering body of the snake. He crouches low, fumbling around for a rock, finding a whole bunch of stones that are way too small to do anything against a thing that big, shit—
Unless... He grabs a rock the size of his fist, hefting it, considering as he calls out—]
Hey— If I throw something, can you hit it with that thing?