[Oh, cozy— Junpei squeezes in closer indulgently, appreciative of the softer Charles experience (tm). He still scoffs, because spoiling the music isn't a real thing, dork— but it's the fondest scoff anyone has ever managed to scoff all the same.

He's trying to picture Charles' room, not too big and full of sports trophies, of course, this jock; and more than that trying to picture Charles in it with his cassette tapes and a poster or two. If he imagines hard enough he can manifest it, right, make true by hoping hard enough that more of Charles' time at home was at least tolerable, if not pleasant. He'll think it really loudly, just in case.

So,] If you get any posters here, just put 'em up wherever you want at home. I'm definitely not a posters guy...

[Punk rock-ify their cottagecore domestic life, please. He shifts slightly to look up at Charles with a raised eyebrow, like, come on? Plastic dinos? Surely he's way cooler than that.]

I told you about my telescope already, soooo... I dunno, I was kind of into model kits for a while? Sucked at painting them, though.

[it's just a different plastic toy oh shit he's a nerd]