[Maybe he's been here for like two hours already, don't question it... If he wants to get out of the existential crisis bounce house, so be it. It will be there later to stare at.
Not that he's going to leave the bounce house with any dignity, no. He sort of worm-scootches towards the entrance of the bounce house until his legs are free and lets gravity pull him the rest of the way, to save time and also having to stand up competently.]
You really want to know what I've been thinking about?
[What a generous guy, to give Junpei the power to dump so much shit uninterrupted like that. He's, uh, not doing that. No, not unless he can come up with a more socially acceptable version of mentally screaming at the void (rather: the bounce house ceiling).
...He does stick an arm back into bounce hell, though, once he's got both feet on the ground. To help, if Sinclair can wobble a few feet without collapsing.]
Let's talk about something else. Anything's good with me.
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Not that he's going to leave the bounce house with any dignity, no. He sort of worm-scootches towards the entrance of the bounce house until his legs are free and lets gravity pull him the rest of the way, to save time and also having to stand up competently.]
You really want to know what I've been thinking about?
[What a generous guy, to give Junpei the power to dump so much shit uninterrupted like that. He's, uh, not doing that. No, not unless he can come up with a more socially acceptable version of mentally screaming at the void (rather: the bounce house ceiling).
...He does stick an arm back into bounce hell, though, once he's got both feet on the ground. To help, if Sinclair can wobble a few feet without collapsing.]
Let's talk about something else. Anything's good with me.