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Dropped!

       Okay, seriously? 

“You guys can’t be serious.”

       He’d encountered all sorts of weird cliche things in this city, but a real-live hustling gang blocking a passage in the city? He was just on his way to his house along with Raquel, and this was what greeted them? If he hadn’t cursed his luck enough, he was very close to doing it again. 

       “You heard us, kiddos. You gotta pay the toll to pass through. Unless...”

       He noticed a few of them brandishing baseball bats and cocky grins. 

       “...Well, I’m sure you wouldn’t want nothing bad to happen to your girlfriend there, right?”

       A few seconds of superbly uncomfortable silence passed.

“... What an utterly repulsive bunch of humans.”

       “--Excuse me?” “You little shit!” “You wanna fight?!”

Welcome back!

It’ll be noted!

Woah this dude looks cool. But kind of like a dad in a way? Probably someone you could ask to run an errand and they would help you. Jirou couldn’t help but stare at that man, mostly because he was really bad at this goldfish catching game.

Karaoke night. 

2 x 1 on drinks, including appetisers. 

The biggest attraction in the city at night for the weary and tired. Mostly those that sought for a way to vent out their frustration with their worse off-tuned but pained voices. Or merely wished for a fun night, which was far from her plans. Enjoying those brief instances of vain joy were reserved for better times, better people that were not Katherine McBride.

“I thank you for joining in to get the discount but...” But this was wrong. She was sharing a room with a stranger that accepted to join her. Now she was realising how stupid was to jump in -- the dim lit room with colourful lights, velvet couch and their drinks sitting upon the table. 

How tacky.  

Oh good. Trapped in yet another city with no means of escape. A classic Majima favorite by now huh? This city was weird. There was weird haze and a weird big hole. Weird. The weirdest thing about it was he himself though. No Majima Family, no Tojo Clan, no yakuza even. It was so different than anything he had ever known that it almost made him think he was dreaming something up about what a world without yakuza would look like.

He wasn’t dreaming.

He checked.

What was most important right now was probably getting his bearings. What was he going to do if he was trapped here? Should he try to rebuild the Majima Family for his stay? Should he see what he could do here? It wasn’t like he had anyone he knew to help him figure this shit out. He’d want some there. Saejima, even Daigo. Kiryu too but he was uh...

Wait what the fuck did he just walk by? That could not have been a dead man walking. Did he just look like Kiryu... no no that was definitely Kiryu Kazuma. He would know. Probably. Alright how to approach someone who you thought was dead. Oh wait good idea.

Booking it down the street ahead of the man, Majima shimmied up a fire escape onto a roof top and waited. And when the man walked by Majima launched himself down in front of the poor man. Okay wow landing that jump was way easier 11 years ago. In his hand he held a baseball bat and with a grin he shouted.

🌌 25 ᴄᴇʟᴇsᴛɪᴀʟ ᴀsᴋs - ACCEPTING.

saturn: favourite song?

[ bitter sweet symphony.mp3 ]