[Junpei awards himself ten points, as always, for making Charles laugh; the other point of this whole thing, all of it, is to brighten his mood, after all. It's good to hear him laugh, after how miserably he'd come home not that long ago.

That said, expecting Junpei to concentrate while Charles' hands are on him is ridiculous. He needs a second, leaning into Charles with a huff and a hum and a muttered half-word that doesn't mean anything at all. Besides "hands good," maybe, articulately. He's got a real good quip about shirts, for real, and then Charles is kissing him again and he loses it completely.

Wow!!]

Uh, well, there's like, a twenty-five percent chance that you like the shirt better than the others, I guess? [Math. There's only one blue shirt.] You're gonna come around to my hip clothes stylings eventually.

[Ha ha. Undershirt. He's on task, where task here means leaning up into another kiss, but also pivoting on his heel to move them both towards the dresser and the undershirts. He's going to bump into more furniture, an acceptable loss.]