—Jesus! [—ah, and yeah, that makes him jump, eyes flying open and free hand immediately coming up to push Charles' whole face while Junpei continues to sputter something indignant at him. Not very hard; he's fundamentally just smushing his hand against Charles' cheek, but it's the thought that counts. Deserved, absolutely deserved—
Now how is he going to sleep. Ugh. A beat later and he's gotten past the initial literal jump scare, giving Charles a sidelong look with a frown.
...Until he has to huff and frown at the wall instead of Charles, leaned in close like that, mmph.]
[ meanwhile, charles nearly doubles over in laughter, not at all deterred by the hand pressing against his cheek; his laughter does have a tinge of apology in it, though, and eventually he does manage to wheeze out, ] Sorry, I'm sorry, couldn't resist.
[ he assumes his most contrite expression, his free hand finding junpei's chin and trying to nudge it a bit, to make him look back at him. ] Hey, look at me, yeah? Promise I'll owe you, whatever you want.
[ his hand slides from his chin to the side of his neck and just sort of. stays there. like he doesn't even contemplate actually moving it away. ]
what's gayer, being gay or whatever they're doing now
[Junpei makes another huffy noise, rolling his eyes, trying his best to maintain his totally righteous indignation and not smile at Charles' burst of laughter. Stop, he's so mad...]
Hey, what— [What's he doing with Junpei's face, hey!! Not that he resists in the slightest, turning to look up at Charles again. He maintains his frown for another few seconds before he cracks and smiles, but like, in a really exasperated way. For sure.]
Well, don't expect that to work a second time. I'm immune now.
[smother him so he'll shut up and sleep—
He doesn't move, though, not to move Charles' hand or to let go of his wrist. This is, well... well maybe he doesn't need to say anything. Sure. And it'll be fine like this.]
Can I sleep now...?
theyre the "homosexuality doesn't even begin to explain the behaviour these men are exhibiting" meme
[ because there's not a challenge in the world charles rowland won't at least consider, well, his response is — first, to raise his eyebrows, something sparking in his smile. secondly, to lean down, maintaining eye contact until he has to tilt his head so he can speak close to junpei's ear, again, lips so close he'll feel the air on his exhale as he says, smooth and quiet, ]
Sure you are.
[ no, not meant to jumpscare him, this time — though what he actually means to achieve with it is unclear, not least of all to himself. he then pulls back, quite comfortable to simply sit there, his thumb brushing absent circles on junpei's neck. ] Yeah, course you can. It's definitely bed time for humans.
[ perhaps he should find this more strange, but he doesn't, not really — perhaps what's strange is how not strange it feels, being here. he doesn't make any move to try and, well, move; and he keeps silent, then, to actually let junpei sleep for real, if he wants to. ]
[Ah, right, Junpei forgot that he says things and Charles does those things automatically. He remembers this fascinating fact moments after the brief panicked flip his heart does when Charles leans in closer to him again, only to not... do the thing that it seemed like he was doing.
No need to unpack that now. He reaches up like he'll push Charles' face again, only to sigh and pat him on the cheek instead. With another kind of exasperated little smile:] Uh huh. Bed time.
[See, he's definitely immune. He considers Charles for another moment, expression softening and then—closing his eyes again, now that it's time to sleep for real. Good night, Charles.]
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i'm closing my eyes
Now how is he going to sleep. Ugh. A beat later and he's gotten past the initial literal jump scare, giving Charles a sidelong look with a frown.
...Until he has to huff and frown at the wall instead of Charles, leaned in close like that, mmph.]
Now you owe me.
see no evil hear no evil--
[ he assumes his most contrite expression, his free hand finding junpei's chin and trying to nudge it a bit, to make him look back at him. ] Hey, look at me, yeah? Promise I'll owe you, whatever you want.
[ his hand slides from his chin to the side of his neck and just sort of. stays there. like he doesn't even contemplate actually moving it away. ]
what's gayer, being gay or whatever they're doing now
Hey, what— [What's he doing with Junpei's face, hey!! Not that he resists in the slightest, turning to look up at Charles again. He maintains his frown for another few seconds before he cracks and smiles, but like, in a really exasperated way. For sure.]
Well, don't expect that to work a second time. I'm immune now.
[smother him so he'll shut up and sleep—
He doesn't move, though, not to move Charles' hand or to let go of his wrist. This is, well... well maybe he doesn't need to say anything. Sure. And it'll be fine like this.]
Can I sleep now...?
theyre the "homosexuality doesn't even begin to explain the behaviour these men are exhibiting" meme
Sure you are.
[ no, not meant to jumpscare him, this time — though what he actually means to achieve with it is unclear, not least of all to himself. he then pulls back, quite comfortable to simply sit there, his thumb brushing absent circles on junpei's neck. ] Yeah, course you can. It's definitely bed time for humans.
[ perhaps he should find this more strange, but he doesn't, not really — perhaps what's strange is how not strange it feels, being here. he doesn't make any move to try and, well, move; and he keeps silent, then, to actually let junpei sleep for real, if he wants to. ]
that & clown to clown communication... 🎀
No need to unpack that now. He reaches up like he'll push Charles' face again, only to sigh and pat him on the cheek instead. With another kind of exasperated little smile:] Uh huh. Bed time.
[See, he's definitely immune. He considers Charles for another moment, expression softening and then—closing his eyes again, now that it's time to sleep for real. Good night, Charles.]