[ 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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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.]