[You know, it's remarkable how much that tender little thumb-rub both helps immensely and at the same time makes Junpei forget how to form whole sentences. The lantern booth attendant surely thinks he's a complete fool, but once he's fumbled through getting the lantern, it's fine! It's fine, actually, because Charles does that and all of Junpei's, um, handholding anxieties evaporate very suddenly.
So it's lantern time!!!
Lucky: a mostly deserted station, so they can sit here and continue to hold hands undisturbed. Junpei plops the lantern down on the table and considers it a little grimly as he takes a seat.]
Yeah... more or less. They're technically for, y'know... remembrance.
[ugh..........]
I don't really get it, considering how this place doesn't seem to care if we die at all, so why are they doing this... but it's whatever.
[The city that considers death a brief inconvenience wants them to do a somber and meaningful traditional ceremony? Bullshit-esque, if you ask him! Decorating is decorating, though.]
[ it's easy to see that the idea of remembrance doesn't sit well with junpei — from the grim expression to the grumbled words... and that's just not fine, because he refuses to do something that junpei doesn't like, even if it's only the general sentiment behind this activity.
gently, he squeezes his hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over his knuckles. ]
Hey. Who cares what it's supposed to be for, yeah? If it doesn't make sense for it to be remembrance, here, and I agree, it doesn't... why don't we decide what ours is for?
[ he looks at the lantern, then, a soft upwards quirk to his lips. ]
What if we don't do it in remembrance... but gratitude? You know — [ he shrugs, turning his gaze back to junpei, his smile just a little more pronounced, ] — Think of something good. Something we're grateful for. Cause you're right, death here doesn't seem to matter all that much, does it? So... we'll make this for something that does.
[From anyone else, Junpei might find this concession kind of... patronizing? Just humoring him, because he's always complaining about something, that Junpei, isn't he! But Charles takes the cheesiness of deciding for themselves and makes it sound so genuine, like yeah, maybe they should make it all about gratitude, and he is completely right to grumble about the remembrance part. Yeah!
He squeezes Charles' hand back, a silent thank you, and considers.]
...Yeah. Okay. That I can do.
[He already knows where to start if they're doing it like this, reaching for a marker and wiggling the cap off with his thumb, a little awkwardly. The sacrifices one makes to keep holding hands—]
In that case, I'm starting with you. Uh, hold it still for me? Let me get another high-quality portrait going.
[They'll have to take turns decorating this thing, but he's feeling better about it already.]
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So it's lantern time!!!
Lucky: a mostly deserted station, so they can sit here and continue to hold hands undisturbed. Junpei plops the lantern down on the table and considers it a little grimly as he takes a seat.]
Yeah... more or less. They're technically for, y'know... remembrance.
[ugh..........]
I don't really get it, considering how this place doesn't seem to care if we die at all, so why are they doing this... but it's whatever.
[The city that considers death a brief inconvenience wants them to do a somber and meaningful traditional ceremony? Bullshit-esque, if you ask him! Decorating is decorating, though.]
So, uh, where do you want to start?
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gently, he squeezes his hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over his knuckles. ]
Hey. Who cares what it's supposed to be for, yeah? If it doesn't make sense for it to be remembrance, here, and I agree, it doesn't... why don't we decide what ours is for?
[ he looks at the lantern, then, a soft upwards quirk to his lips. ]
What if we don't do it in remembrance... but gratitude? You know — [ he shrugs, turning his gaze back to junpei, his smile just a little more pronounced, ] — Think of something good. Something we're grateful for. Cause you're right, death here doesn't seem to matter all that much, does it? So... we'll make this for something that does.
🎀 hell....................yea
He squeezes Charles' hand back, a silent thank you, and considers.]
...Yeah. Okay. That I can do.
[He already knows where to start if they're doing it like this, reaching for a marker and wiggling the cap off with his thumb, a little awkwardly. The sacrifices one makes to keep holding hands—]
In that case, I'm starting with you. Uh, hold it still for me? Let me get another high-quality portrait going.
[They'll have to take turns decorating this thing, but he's feeling better about it already.]