An eyebrow raised and a smirk playing at his lips, Juno obliged the girl, keeping her close as he continued to scratch at her ears. This was nice, no gunfire, no threat of a dead girlfriend, no evil people trying to avenge their evil fathers. No, it was just him, an intimately close friend, and Coco.
Oh, right. Coco.
Juno’s violet eyes flicked to the boy as he spoke, turning his head to follow the direction where he was pointing, only for his smirk to slowly shift into a mildly perplexed frown. ”You’re... going to the trash compactors?” he inquired, eyes flicking between the boy and the building he was pointing at.