Oh, he's gonna teach me about the before-times, huh. [No, he's just going to be cute about it, and Junpei can't help the utterly fond look that passes over his face at the sound of Charles' laughter. That's ten points to Junpei, for sure...
What's ridiculous- not unexpected, but ridiculous- is how cute Charles is about the whole thing. Objectively, Junpei thinks, Charles is too sweet for his own good, and it's a wonder the whole city isn't mooning over him and his pretty eyes and his earnest smile and everything else— But selfies. He hums - there is such a thing as being bad at selfies, it's called looking at him instead of the camera - and then it's clickclickclick and he holds the phone up an extra second too long, just in case. Got to let them marinate.
When he wiggles his arm back from around Charles' shoulders he doesn't go anywhere, content to stay right there leaning into him while he opens the photo album. Here are way too many pictures of Gab and then the series of selfies, which he opens up to swipe through. Charles looking at him and the burst of warmth that opens in his chest, mmph, and the rest, and while his instinct is to say something about his own expression, the lopsided half-grin of someone who is in fact bad at selfies—]
You're an expert. A real master of... selfie expression.
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What's ridiculous- not unexpected, but ridiculous- is how cute Charles is about the whole thing. Objectively, Junpei thinks, Charles is too sweet for his own good, and it's a wonder the whole city isn't mooning over him and his pretty eyes and his earnest smile and everything else— But selfies. He hums - there is such a thing as being bad at selfies, it's called looking at him instead of the camera - and then it's clickclickclick and he holds the phone up an extra second too long, just in case. Got to let them marinate.
When he wiggles his arm back from around Charles' shoulders he doesn't go anywhere, content to stay right there leaning into him while he opens the photo album. Here are way too many pictures of Gab and then the series of selfies, which he opens up to swipe through. Charles looking at him and the burst of warmth that opens in his chest, mmph, and the rest, and while his instinct is to say something about his own expression, the lopsided half-grin of someone who is in fact bad at selfies—]
You're an expert. A real master of... selfie expression.
[Accept his flaws.]