[It's -- okay, yeah, it's pitiful, but it's also really fucking cute. Corry crosses his arms, watching in amusement, lips pressed together to hide his smirk.
At least until Junpei says that. Corrigan’s smile immediately vanishes, expression growing stern. His voice becomes too sharp, sharper than he means:] Hey. Stop that. Look at me.
[Crossing the room in two quick strides, he takes hold of Junpei's shoulders, turning him around -- still careful, still gentle, even though his voice is short and stern.] Is that really what you think of me?
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At least until Junpei says that. Corrigan’s smile immediately vanishes, expression growing stern. His voice becomes too sharp, sharper than he means:] Hey. Stop that. Look at me.
[Crossing the room in two quick strides, he takes hold of Junpei's shoulders, turning him around -- still careful, still gentle, even though his voice is short and stern.] Is that really what you think of me?