[ Majima sits up in the grass underneath the sakura tree, takes a look around and then just immediately flops right the heck back down in the grass, staring up at the sky from where he's laying there. sure, the grass is a little itchy where it manages to get under his jacket and touch his bare torso underneath (shirts, my dudes, are for squares). he takes a deep breath, closes his good eye for a moment and then opens it up again. ]
What the fuck.
[ it's not really a question. it's kind of a statement of disbelief. he's getting too old for this shit. the grass is comfortable and the tree is pretty, at least, so, you know what, screw it. he closes his eye and relaxes here for a minute, not sleeping!! just you know. chilling. the tojo clan can wait a damn minute. ]
ii. rule number one is you dont talk about fight club
[ since the plaques and the rules are obviously a pretty big fixture in the great hall he's going go check those out. as he reads the rules he tries to idly reaffix the pendant to his lapel where his family pin usually sits (which he would really??? like back?? but at least something could sit there) to literally no avail which strikes him as odd but not odder than anything else so far, so. whatever, i guess. rules say you can't remove it. well. okay.
if you catch him staring at the rules, he'll turn to you with: ]
Wanna fight? I don't make the rules, I just enforce 'em.
[ but the plaques are an entirely different story. it takes him awhile to get over the shock of just flat out staring at homare nishitani's plaque, like he's reading about a ghost, but then he goes on to read the other ones. his attitude is differently a little more subdued now. wonder what that's about!! ]
iii. #aestheticaf
[ after checking out the bedrooms, majima is now wandering around in a HORRIFYINGLY GREEN cloak, which he is wearing over his hideous snakeskin jacket which is wearing shirtless. he's got the notepad and pen in hand, wandering around like maybe he'll write something in it. apparently that something has to do with you because he's walking up to you right now]
no subject
[ Majima sits up in the grass underneath the sakura tree, takes a look around and then just immediately flops right the heck back down in the grass, staring up at the sky from where he's laying there. sure, the grass is a little itchy where it manages to get under his jacket and touch his bare torso underneath (shirts, my dudes, are for squares). he takes a deep breath, closes his good eye for a moment and then opens it up again. ]
What the fuck.
[ it's not really a question. it's kind of a statement of disbelief. he's getting too old for this shit. the grass is comfortable and the tree is pretty, at least, so, you know what, screw it. he closes his eye and relaxes here for a minute, not sleeping!! just you know. chilling. the tojo clan can wait a damn minute. ]
ii. rule number one is you dont talk about fight club
[ since the plaques and the rules are obviously a pretty big fixture in the great hall he's going go check those out. as he reads the rules he tries to idly reaffix the pendant to his lapel where his family pin usually sits (which he would really??? like back?? but at least something could sit there) to literally no avail which strikes him as odd but not odder than anything else so far, so. whatever, i guess. rules say you can't remove it. well. okay.
if you catch him staring at the rules, he'll turn to you with: ]
Wanna fight? I don't make the rules, I just enforce 'em.
[ but the plaques are an entirely different story. it takes him awhile to get over the shock of just flat out staring at homare nishitani's plaque, like he's reading about a ghost, but then he goes on to read the other ones. his attitude is differently a little more subdued now. wonder what that's about!! ]
iii. #aestheticaf
[ after checking out the bedrooms, majima is now wandering around in a HORRIFYINGLY GREEN cloak, which he is wearing over his hideous snakeskin jacket which is wearing shirtless. he's got the notepad and pen in hand, wandering around like maybe he'll write something in it. apparently that something has to do with you because he's walking up to you right now]
Hey! Answer somethin' for me, will ya?
iv. wildcard
[ wildcard me my dudes i'm here. ]