[ Fred actually pouts, just a little, at the fact that both his mate and his Al--- best friend don't verbally acknowledge his response, but he does find solace in the shift in Charlotte's scent, his own gently wafting out in kind. He takes a step closer to her, giving Yamato as close to a defiant look as can com on the pleasant face of the blonde teenager. A look that Yamato acknowledges by way of not questioning.
Under other circumstances he might've given him a goofy grin or a thumbs up or something else suitably awkward.
But he was trying to get control, and trying to center himself. And as such he... He really should follow her implication, but Junko does scare him just a little. He exhales, and gives a decent smile, responding, ] We'll still have to punish you accordingly later. ... Sorry, Fred.
[ . . . The other teen blushes despite himself. ]
But what do you mean?
[ It's a bit weak of him to ask that, to make her give it any sort of word or at least nudge him in the direction. But he's always relied on people for that. ]
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Under other circumstances he might've given him a goofy grin or a thumbs up or something else suitably awkward.
But he was trying to get control, and trying to center himself. And as such he... He really should follow her implication, but Junko does scare him just a little. He exhales, and gives a decent smile, responding, ] We'll still have to punish you accordingly later. ... Sorry, Fred.
[ . . . The other teen blushes despite himself. ]
But what do you mean?
[ It's a bit weak of him to ask that, to make her give it any sort of word or at least nudge him in the direction. But he's always relied on people for that. ]