[ crazy how just staring blankly into the void doesn't fix anything.
speaking of, if junpei's looking at him... there's a moment of eye contact, and then sinclair looks away. like, politely. towards the floor.
maybe he's just shy. the small smile he offers — sheepish, slightly awkward, as he shakes his head — might say as much. junpei probably should've just kept looking at the ceiling. ]
Looking for- someone. She liked... here, so I thought... she came... back.
[ ... ]
Thinking about... would've heard her.
[ don quixote would not be laying there, dead. she would be screaming. but because junpei was (dead), and sinclair was concerned, here he is. ]
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speaking of, if junpei's looking at him... there's a moment of eye contact, and then sinclair looks away. like, politely. towards the floor.
maybe he's just shy. the small smile he offers — sheepish, slightly awkward, as he shakes his head — might say as much. junpei probably should've just kept looking at the ceiling. ]
Looking for- someone. She liked... here, so I thought... she came... back.
[ ... ]
Thinking about... would've heard her.
[ don quixote would not be laying there, dead. she would be screaming. but because junpei was (dead), and sinclair was concerned, here he is. ]