Yep, I agree completely! So whenever you're in a dancing mood, be sure to let me know ♪
[There's plenty of room to dance in her huge suite. He'd have fun planning parties for a space this big and beautiful. But he'll never have a suite like this here, for reasons she's about to find out. First, however, he addresses her "good influence" comment with a smile and a wink.]
Yes, that's me, alright! Though you don't need to congratulate me. Jun-kun's the one who should be thanking me!
[It's a running gag at this point: him reminding Jun that Jun should thank him and show gratitude. The truth, of course, is that Jun's growth is a result of Jun's own efforts first and foremost. And for as much as he takes care of Jun, Jun also takes care of him, to the point where, somewhere along the line, Hiyori became pretty dependent on him. Especially in this place. Why, if Jun disappeared...
He doesn't know what he'd do.
It's a constant worry. One that her next words manage to dredge up. She says she'd thought they'd been playing the game, but of course they haven't been. It's something they talked about recently: Hiyori was afraid they might be punished if they continue to ignore it, but Jun, well—Jun didn't seem so sure. And neither one of them actually wants to play. There is a loophole he's heard of, but even that's sort of nerve-wracking, and Jun wasn't too sure about that either. He's at the point where he's not sure what to do next. So if she was hoping he'd have all the answers, well...
He snaps back into focus at her "game" question. Does she mean Game 52? Nope, that's not "a game," that's the game, so she must mean those suit-based games.]
Well, the Hearts one didn't require any infidelity. And the Clubs one got interrupted by whatever that stuff was. As for that one with the animals, we basically hid in our room all week.
[In other words, they've never been put in a position where they were forced to sleep with other people.
Even if they never are, though, there's still a bigger issue to contend with. And his shoulders sag as he remembers it, expression turning cloudy.]
But we don't even have any hope of getting out, since they say that "52" thing is the only way to go home. So we've been trying to find other ways, but it's been six months already. And the longer we're stuck here, the more desperate our situation starts to feel.
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[There's plenty of room to dance in her huge suite. He'd have fun planning parties for a space this big and beautiful. But he'll never have a suite like this here, for reasons she's about to find out. First, however, he addresses her "good influence" comment with a smile and a wink.]
Yes, that's me, alright! Though you don't need to congratulate me. Jun-kun's the one who should be thanking me!
[It's a running gag at this point: him reminding Jun that Jun should thank him and show gratitude. The truth, of course, is that Jun's growth is a result of Jun's own efforts first and foremost. And for as much as he takes care of Jun, Jun also takes care of him, to the point where, somewhere along the line, Hiyori became pretty dependent on him. Especially in this place. Why, if Jun disappeared...
He doesn't know what he'd do.
It's a constant worry. One that her next words manage to dredge up. She says she'd thought they'd been playing the game, but of course they haven't been. It's something they talked about recently: Hiyori was afraid they might be punished if they continue to ignore it, but Jun, well—Jun didn't seem so sure. And neither one of them actually wants to play. There is a loophole he's heard of, but even that's sort of nerve-wracking, and Jun wasn't too sure about that either. He's at the point where he's not sure what to do next. So if she was hoping he'd have all the answers, well...
He snaps back into focus at her "game" question. Does she mean Game 52? Nope, that's not "a game," that's the game, so she must mean those suit-based games.]
Well, the Hearts one didn't require any infidelity. And the Clubs one got interrupted by whatever that stuff was. As for that one with the animals, we basically hid in our room all week.
[In other words, they've never been put in a position where they were forced to sleep with other people.
Even if they never are, though, there's still a bigger issue to contend with. And his shoulders sag as he remembers it, expression turning cloudy.]
But we don't even have any hope of getting out, since they say that "52" thing is the only way to go home. So we've been trying to find other ways, but it's been six months already. And the longer we're stuck here, the more desperate our situation starts to feel.