[ The second they’re on the couch Junpei wants to snuggle, leaning against Robin and contentedly laying his head in the crook of his neck. The idea of giving the poor guy space doesn’t occur to him, not right now when close contact feels so unbelievably good.
There’s also an itch for something more. Wires are not quite connecting in his aphrodisiac addled brain yet to clue him in. For now he knows touch feels good, looking at Robin feels good.
Being asked an actual question throws him off a bit, and a response that should come quickly instead takes a moment. The gears in his brain are sticky with fluffy goo. ]
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There’s also an itch for something more. Wires are not quite connecting in his aphrodisiac addled brain yet to clue him in. For now he knows touch feels good, looking at Robin feels good.
Being asked an actual question throws him off a bit, and a response that should come quickly instead takes a moment. The gears in his brain are sticky with fluffy goo. ]
Ah, Tokyo ... in Japan. Kawasaki-shi.