[As soon as Charles is settled Junpei shifts in to stick to his side, draping an arm over his chest and settling his head on Charles' shoulder. This is the birthday PDA they deserve and he's not going to keep a polite distance for more than a couple seconds at a time. He huffs, amused,]
"Spoil the music"...?
[This dork— Junpei can't promise he'll be incredibly into 80s punk music, but he'll like it well enough simply because Charles likes it. Easy!
The posters are a fun bit of Charles lore; now he knows what to get for Charles' next birthday, fake or otherwise—]
If it works, it works. Were you, like, a wall-to-wall posters guy? I could see that.
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"Spoil the music"...?
[This dork— Junpei can't promise he'll be incredibly into 80s punk music, but he'll like it well enough simply because Charles likes it. Easy!
The posters are a fun bit of Charles lore; now he knows what to get for Charles' next birthday, fake or otherwise—]
If it works, it works. Were you, like, a wall-to-wall posters guy? I could see that.