[ ducking his head, charles shakes his head and chuckles at that frankly horrible pun — but as silly as it is, it's endearing, too, and he feels a wave of affection rush through him; and maybe it should be a tad concerning, the way junpei can deliver the absolutely stupidest pun in the world and all it does is make charles look at him like he's the loveliest sight he's ever seen. instead, it just cements the fact that he's — what was the phrase crystal had used, once? right, "down bad". he's really, really down bad.
and then he's aware of the fact his own arm has not left junpei's waist, at all, and he's... he's going to let go. any second now. he's going to let go, and step back, and gesture at junpei to go back to his job, and — ]
Promise to send me some of those, yeah? But — show me the ones of Gab.
[ right, well, he'll let go... eventually. but with junpei leaning against his side like he doesn't even consider the fact he could move — well, what else is he to do, but to keep him there? and sure, that eventually will come: when the door makes a dinging sound as it opens, letting in a new customer, and the two of them will jump apart like they've been doing something else than cooing over pictures of a senior dog, and junpei will shuffle back behind the counter with a slight flush on his cheeks, and charles will take a seat at the table closest to him and watch him with a small smile and his heart in his eyes.
right now, though, with his chest feeling at once tight and impossibly full, he keeps his hand where it is and lets junpei's voice wash over him, his eyes glancing from the pictures to him every few seconds, almost like he can't quite bear to look away for too long. ]
🎀 continuing the tradition of very gay wraps
and then he's aware of the fact his own arm has not left junpei's waist, at all, and he's... he's going to let go. any second now. he's going to let go, and step back, and gesture at junpei to go back to his job, and — ]
Promise to send me some of those, yeah? But — show me the ones of Gab.
[ right, well, he'll let go... eventually. but with junpei leaning against his side like he doesn't even consider the fact he could move — well, what else is he to do, but to keep him there? and sure, that eventually will come: when the door makes a dinging sound as it opens, letting in a new customer, and the two of them will jump apart like they've been doing something else than cooing over pictures of a senior dog, and junpei will shuffle back behind the counter with a slight flush on his cheeks, and charles will take a seat at the table closest to him and watch him with a small smile and his heart in his eyes.
right now, though, with his chest feeling at once tight and impossibly full, he keeps his hand where it is and lets junpei's voice wash over him, his eyes glancing from the pictures to him every few seconds, almost like he can't quite bear to look away for too long. ]