pc catchall for junpei (crashout)

[uncurtained]

IM PUTTING THE TIMON GIF IN HERE LATER YOU CANT BEAT ME

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...Are you guys close already? He seems pretty nice.

[But she's also guessing there's something else there. Anyways!]

No, you didn't. But... I can bring it up with him, too, if you want.

[crashout]

If you don't, I will. I have to tell Escha anyway just to make sure. It'd be best if they both know. [Ah. The second roommate.

Regarding Carlos, Junpei's hand runs over the bracelet-watch on his left wrist and he pauses before finishing his glass. Let's pour another.]

Carlos is kind of important to me though, yeah. [That's Junpei for "I will and have died for him but if he knew I said anything nice he'd be an overpowering himbo."] He might have some ideas.

[He's like. Calm about this now, but there's something eating at him. It's fine.]

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You have two roommates? [But, more importantly—] I'll tell him, you tell her. Sound good?

[There's a small pause once more, before she seems to realize something.]

...Had you met before this?

[He doesn't seem the type to say that about someone after just a few days, at least.]

[crashout]

It's just us three that doubled up from what I can tell. Not sure why. But sure. [He'll end up telling them both anyway when he stumbles home drunk but it's fine.

On the other hand, there's the beef.]

We were together before this started. [Haha.]

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[She pauses, but:]

I thought you said you'd never dated anybody before?

[But there's also 0% judgment in her voice, so there's that. Live your beefcake life, Junpei.]

[crashout]

Did Carlos tell you something different? [What the fuck? He doesn't even try to correct her because whatever the fuck but like Beck?? Please?? Hilariously he's thinking Carlos told Beck something about someone else and that he's clarifying.]

[uncurtained]

He didn't tell me anything, but - you just said you were together...?

[She understands nothing, it's fine.]

[crashout]

Yeah. He confirmed that when I asked earlier. [Miscommunications. Maybe if they didn't fucking drink every time they talked they could stand to not be a mess.]

[uncurtained]

[Hm.]

...I feel like we aren't using the same definition of together.

[crashout]

[...]

Which one are you using? [Hewwo?]

[uncurtained]

...One that's wrong, apparently. Never mind.

[aaaaa]

So you were friends before this.

[crashout]

[...ah. He promptly looks a little scandalized but NEVER MIND, AWAY WE GO.]

I've known him for about a week, give or take. But I trust him with just about everything.

[uncurtained]

It must have been a pretty eventful week.

[It's said lightly - she'll let him decide how much he wants to say.]

[crashout]

Yeah. [...] We were both there for different reasons, but we worked together on some things.

[uncurtained]

What were you there for...?

[She gets the feeling this might also be a secret, but.]

[crashout]

Work. [And the way he says it is so confident like it's actually that simple.] Sometimes my job takes me different places.

[He's aware he also never really told Beck what he does, but...he'll sacrifice that secret for the sake of others.]

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And your job was...?

[crashout]

[He swirls his drink around a bit in the glass...]

I work for a private detective firm.

[uncurtained]

...You know, that actually makes sense.

[A beat, and then—]

I mean, not to sound all surprised, just - you're kind of young for it. [...] But it lines up with... I don't know. The way you seem.

[crashout]

I'm twenty-two. [Said in a bored sort of tone, like he thinks that means something.] It's not that young, is it?

[uncurtained]

...Okay, so my primary knowledge about that might come from detective novels, but - it seemed like it to me, at least.

[She shrugs.]

Not that it's a bad thing. Isn't it kind of a compliment for someone to say, you seem young to do this specific thing? Like... You accomplished it sooner than I would have thought someone would. That kind of thing.

[crashout]

To be fair, I had an in with someone I met last year. [So is it an accomplishment? He doesn't know.] College seemed meaningless and I took the job. That's why I dropped out.

[He drains his glass.] It's only been about a year. Maybe a little less.

[uncurtained]

That's... pretty cool, honestly.

[It would probably be even more cool if she wasn't still freaking out.]

What kind of stuff did you investigate?

[crashout]

[He doesn't answer right away because he's turning to pour another drink. He's also pulling what appears to be three dice out of his hands, rolling them in his palm before rolling them on the countertop/top of the bar/whatever. He looks at the numbers for a split-second before scooping up the dice. For all intents and purposes, he appears to be fidgeting with them in his hand.]

Stuff the city police force didn't have the capacity to deal with. Organ-trafficking rings. Religious cults. [Another roll of the dice.] Disappearances. Things like that.

[uncurtained]

[hm

She watches, a little curious, as he rolls the dice. When he speaks, though... Her eyes widen, and when the description has finished, it's not hard to see the concern in her face. She's getting the idea that he might pull away if she puts it into words, though, so:]

So that's why you seemed... kind of used to this sort of thing, then?