...Fine. It doesn't fit logically with what we know, anyway.
[There. The rest of the overwhelming fuck you--doesn't go away, exactly, but gives a metaphorical snort and curls in and away, settling back into that muted not-muchness of the past two days. Junpei waits a beat to see the dragon might resurface then lets his head dip back against the tree and looks up at leaves, still green and obliviously innocent, as if nothing had even happened.]
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[There. The rest of the overwhelming fuck you--doesn't go away, exactly, but gives a metaphorical snort and curls in and away, settling back into that muted not-muchness of the past two days. Junpei waits a beat to see the dragon might resurface then lets his head dip back against the tree and looks up at leaves, still green and obliviously innocent, as if nothing had even happened.]
...How do you do this...?