[ Junko's usually stuffy enough (hah hah) about the heat that any sort of close contact prompts endless complaining and oh god don't touch me, I'm gross and so are you but she's surprisingly quiet for the moment -- almost docile, even, if she could ever be called that.
she doesn't reply so much as let out a huff of a sigh through her nose, followed by a lazy, wordless grumble. her brow's furrowed when she turns her face back towards him, but she tips her head against his, bumping their foreheads together like a cat tsunderely giving some affection to its favourite person. ]
What makes you think I'm up to anything?
[ ... she says, as she fiddles with her phone, completely and one hundred percent Up To Something. ]
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she doesn't reply so much as let out a huff of a sigh through her nose, followed by a lazy, wordless grumble. her brow's furrowed when she turns her face back towards him, but she tips her head against his, bumping their foreheads together like a cat tsunderely giving some affection to its favourite person. ]
What makes you think I'm up to anything?
[ ... she says, as she fiddles with her phone, completely and one hundred percent Up To Something. ]