[If not for Charles intervening, Junpei would keep going, see what other parts of Mr. Rowland's stupid face can crunch. He almost does, even as Charles grabs his hand - he's got another, and this bastard thinks he should keep talking after getting his nose broken, for some reason—
The sound of his name blinks him out of it, right, Charles is the priority here, not the anger. Junpei blinks again and takes a stiff couple steps back from the figure on the ground, resisting the urge to give him a swift kick in the ribs as a parting gift. No, no, Charles, of course, let's go.]
If he gets up... [well, the rest of what he means should be obvious; he lets it trail off, nodding to Charles and squeezing his hand. Right now, they get the hell out of here.] —Okay. Where?
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The sound of his name blinks him out of it, right, Charles is the priority here, not the anger. Junpei blinks again and takes a stiff couple steps back from the figure on the ground, resisting the urge to give him a swift kick in the ribs as a parting gift. No, no, Charles, of course, let's go.]
If he gets up... [well, the rest of what he means should be obvious; he lets it trail off, nodding to Charles and squeezing his hand. Right now, they get the hell out of here.] —Okay. Where?