[ as charles is still chewing and won't talk around his mouthful of this divine thing known as pasta, his immediate response is flipping junpei off with a deadpan stare.
once he's managed to swallow it all, he says, a mix of defensive, embarrassed and amused, ] Well, you try and not eat anything for thirty-five years and see how you like it.
[ he takes a moment to eat some more, mindful of the time that has already passed — he doesn't know if he has seconds, minutes or hours left, so best not waste this. in-between the mouthfuls, he says, softer now, ] Bloody hell, but it's really good. I owe you for this. [ on his own, he might not have even thought of it, and would never have had this experience — and the fact that junpei actually remembered it... yeah. it means a lot. ]
no that he's straight up not normal about
once he's managed to swallow it all, he says, a mix of defensive, embarrassed and amused, ] Well, you try and not eat anything for thirty-five years and see how you like it.
[ he takes a moment to eat some more, mindful of the time that has already passed — he doesn't know if he has seconds, minutes or hours left, so best not waste this. in-between the mouthfuls, he says, softer now, ] Bloody hell, but it's really good. I owe you for this. [ on his own, he might not have even thought of it, and would never have had this experience — and the fact that junpei actually remembered it... yeah. it means a lot. ]