[ Who the hell needs boundaries! If he learned anything from his mother's genetics its that boundaries are things for people who aren't amazing and unstoppable. ... Err. Okay no he doesn't think that highly of himself, but the point stands. Quite paradoxically, Junko seems to have inherited the pragmatism and the (though most would not think of him for this) sense of restraint their father has. Yamato seems to have inherited something else altogether, probably from their mother, even if he was in a lot of ways emulating Masaomi more in this moment, from what the children know.
... Still. He- ]
Yeah. Y-yeah, lots, I think. [ He should sound more confident. ] Maybe ... maybe a lot? [ Err, he started to say an actual number and then got embarrassed. As he looks down, he sees her necklace, bouncing along with the rest of her body. He licks his lips - ] Tiffany?
[ But now he looped around to too narrow! ... Poor Junko, to be saddled with this even as he, by nature of his emotions going nuts, actually goes at her faster (albeit somewhat shallower) as a result of his thinking and talking ]
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... Still. He- ]
Yeah. Y-yeah, lots, I think. [ He should sound more confident. ] Maybe ... maybe a lot? [ Err, he started to say an actual number and then got embarrassed. As he looks down, he sees her necklace, bouncing along with the rest of her body. He licks his lips - ] Tiffany?
[ But now he looped around to too narrow! ... Poor Junko, to be saddled with this even as he, by nature of his emotions going nuts, actually goes at her faster (albeit somewhat shallower) as a result of his thinking and talking ]