[ And that's how he knows Hiyori will never hear that kind of talk, even if Jun does in the future. But that will be a different road once he crosses it, and he will definitely not be discussing his (lack of) sex life for the foreseeable future. ]
'Course I do! I still hafta listen to you complain 'bout sweat and my muscles all the damn time. So if you're ever in one, I know something's gotta be seriously wrong with you.
[ Good question! He very much doesn't, aside from what he's told Hiyori already.
It's only a suggestion, so Hiyori doesn't have to read it alone. Jun wants to be helpful, and, well, that's the only way he thinks he can be. However, he remains unconcerned about the content on the watches, knowing it will eventually sink in that they're here against their will, which would upset their fans and infuriate Ibara if he found out. Still, Jun only knew the beginning of Game 52 before losing track of the rest. As idols, dating was forbidden, on top of lacking time between busy schedules. So how could they make time for romance now? Or even think they could? It seemed no one cared half of Eden was trapped here, anyway. ]
Our songs as Eve? Yeah, I guess you've got a point there. Anyway, yeah, that's what I meant.
[ Not that's close to what he meant, but Hiyori can be counted on to clarify his phrasing when he chooses the wrong words. Regardless, Eve and Eden's songs were more sophisticated than the Game 52 material, something that's clearly fact.
He nods in agreement with Hiyori's advice, concluding that it would be best to avoid reading it in the store given their recent incident. Especially given the employees could be listening in and reporting back to their beloved "House," which sounded so convoluted, he still doesn't know what to think. Without answering, he follows her out of the store. Once outside, he feels relieved, as though a weight has lifted and he can finally breathe freely again, no longer confined by the judgemental gazes of the store's workers in a place he clearly doesn't belong. ]
How 'bout over there, Ohii-san? Or d'you think that's not private enough!?
[ He gestures to an empty table, isolated yet near enough to the shops that their conversation might be overheard. Maybe Jun's not so skilled at discretion, after all. ]
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'Course I do! I still hafta listen to you complain 'bout sweat and my muscles all the damn time. So if you're ever in one, I know something's gotta be seriously wrong with you.
[ Good question! He very much doesn't, aside from what he's told Hiyori already.
It's only a suggestion, so Hiyori doesn't have to read it alone. Jun wants to be helpful, and, well, that's the only way he thinks he can be. However, he remains unconcerned about the content on the watches, knowing it will eventually sink in that they're here against their will, which would upset their fans and infuriate Ibara if he found out. Still, Jun only knew the beginning of Game 52 before losing track of the rest. As idols, dating was forbidden, on top of lacking time between busy schedules. So how could they make time for romance now? Or even think they could? It seemed no one cared half of Eden was trapped here, anyway. ]
Our songs as Eve? Yeah, I guess you've got a point there. Anyway, yeah, that's what I meant.
[ Not that's close to what he meant, but Hiyori can be counted on to clarify his phrasing when he chooses the wrong words. Regardless, Eve and Eden's songs were more sophisticated than the Game 52 material, something that's clearly fact.
He nods in agreement with Hiyori's advice, concluding that it would be best to avoid reading it in the store given their recent incident. Especially given the employees could be listening in and reporting back to their beloved "House," which sounded so convoluted, he still doesn't know what to think. Without answering, he follows her out of the store. Once outside, he feels relieved, as though a weight has lifted and he can finally breathe freely again, no longer confined by the judgemental gazes of the store's workers in a place he clearly doesn't belong. ]
How 'bout over there, Ohii-san? Or d'you think that's not private enough!?
[ He gestures to an empty table, isolated yet near enough to the shops that their conversation might be overheard. Maybe Jun's not so skilled at discretion, after all. ]