[There's a minuscule part of Junpei that, at some point in the past, would have considered not allowing this—all this cuddling, this very public affection, this whole display of how warm and fuzzy and saccharine and safe (etc, etc) Charles makes him feel. Were this a few months ago, were he more cynical, he would pull away from being this open about how much he loves Charles; but it's Charles who's pulled this out of him, so it's only fitting enough that Junpei presses himself close with a content hum, heedless of how public this is.

Charles can have whatever posters he wants, Charles can have whatever he wants in general— Junpei tilts his head up to press a kiss to Charles' neck, then his jaw, fond. Then he chuckles, and god, but it's lucky Charles thinks his sense of humor is charming, because he's unable to resist,]

If we're talking stuff you can do with your hands, I've got a couple good suggestions...

[But anyway, the cute DIY thing, ahem,] Never really built anything bigger than a model, so I dunno if I could hack it, but if you ever want to, like, put a cabinet together or something, I'll help.

[A stand for the record player to sit on? Possibilities!]