[Rest assured, Junpei is halfway into his clean shirt when all of this happens. He pauses, head still in the shirt, arms awkwardly above his head, kind of stooped a little over the bed, because of the music. And everything.
It's a lot. Give him a moment to work this out.] Snake... Did you play with the buttons when I wasn't here?
[Surely that's the only way he could perfectly time that smooth jazz reveal. His shirt... is on. Jellyfish.] Now that's what I call a shirt. I look great.
no subject
It's a lot. Give him a moment to work this out.] Snake... Did you play with the buttons when I wasn't here?
[Surely that's the only way he could perfectly time that smooth jazz reveal. His shirt... is on. Jellyfish.] Now that's what I call a shirt. I look great.