Eh, he's not really my type. [He lets that stand for a moment, then adds:] Usually, I like 'em a little more lively.
[Ba-dum, pssh. Junpei apparently finishes whatever he was doing--brushing carefully through the guy's hair?--and moves around the poker table to get, despite what he says, a better gander at dead man trunk.]
I'm looking for defensive wounds. Obviously, he got attacked from the front, so he must've seen who did it.
[When the torso reveals nothing in particular, Junpei makes a little 'hmm' to himself and rolls up the shirtsleeves. Nothing striking there, either.]
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Eh, he's not really my type. [He lets that stand for a moment, then adds:] Usually, I like 'em a little more lively.
[Ba-dum, pssh. Junpei apparently finishes whatever he was doing--brushing carefully through the guy's hair?--and moves around the poker table to get, despite what he says, a better gander at dead man trunk.]
I'm looking for defensive wounds. Obviously, he got attacked from the front, so he must've seen who did it.
[When the torso reveals nothing in particular, Junpei makes a little 'hmm' to himself and rolls up the shirtsleeves. Nothing striking there, either.]
Geez. It doesn't look like he fought back at all.