catch-all for majima.

[selfimmolates]

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week 1; saturday

[selfimmolates]

[fun fact: ray has rarely been to the hostel. in fact, has he spent a single night here? probably not.

but he'd actually kind of like a bed for once, as he tries to figure out what's, like. not already taken. hi.]

[haw]

[ ray, then, finds himself on the third floor of the hostel. the rooms may have whatever sleeping inhabitants are inside, but the doors are closed.

the door leading out onto the balcony, though, is wide open. a by-now familiar scent of tobacco floats in... ]

[selfimmolates]

[well.

peering into the balcony—]

Tell me you didn't actually go and fight them.

[haw]

[ sup. ]

Define "them."

[selfimmolates]

Orange and green hair, and they're idiots.

[haw]

Ohhh, Nito-kun an' the other punk. Nah. Nito-kun an' I are at an understandin'. Kalehead, not so much, but even I'd feel bad killin' him with a single punch.

[ MAJIMA . . . ]

[selfimmolates]

[MAJIMA...]

I'm surprised, considering how easily people seem to terrify Senri. [pansy] He'd probably cry tears of blood if you killed Takaomi, though.

[haw]

Please, he cries enough. I don't need any more of that on my conscience.

[ love ya buddy ]

[selfimmolates]

Kind of a hilarious mental image, though.

[haw]

C'mon, at that point, that's already enough of a kick in the dick. It's too easy an' there ain't any payoff.

[selfimmolates]

Says the guy who gets excited over the word "fight". So you have standards, then?

[haw]

[ abruptly: ] That was a high stress situation an' my blood was already boilin', it doesn't count.

I don't just go lookin' to beat people up for no reason. Either ya seem like you'd be a good challenge, or ya did somethin' to deserve a fist to the face.

[selfimmolates]

You might want to see a doctor about your blood pressure.

[a beat.]

Anyway, relax, I was just kidding. If anyone here really did go around punching people at the slightest provocation, we'd have a lot more bodies lying around right now.

week 4, sunday

[haw]

[ wherever ray is hanging out on sunday (hopefully far away from the three curseketeers...), majima's approaching in what he hopes comes off as a casual manner... but it's kind of hard to do that when you're saying hi to the kid who helped you after you chopped off your finger the day before. ]

Hey. Uh... thanks, and sorry. 'Bout yesterday an' all that.

[ life is hard. ]

[selfimmolates]

[...]

Please don't dismember yourself ever again, especially in public. Thanks.

[haw]

Why are ya sayin' that like I wanted to do it?!

[selfimmolates]

[he sighs.]

Well, whatever. Bad luck for you, though I'm guessing the second time was with good intentions. ... Unless they specifically made you cut your finger off.

[haw]

Whoever it was made me obsessed with the idea of atonement. Not for anythin' in particular, just... in general. 'Course, I was already feelin' pretty shitty about everything, so when I got hit with the curse, my messed up brain decided to "repent for my sins" in the most extreme way it knew how...

[ beat ]

If ya didn't already know, the yakuza is kinda fucked up.

[selfimmolates]

I've read a bit about it in books.

... But congrats. I think you've probably traumatized whoever did that to you too.

[haw]

Then maybe that'll get people to stop fuckin' with me!

[selfimmolates]

Blame Newt.

[haw]

Trust me, the bastard's real goddamn lucky I was unconscious for the last half hour.

[selfimmolates]

Yeah, I'm glad for that, seeing as how we had enough people trying to kill him in the last ten minutes.

[haw]

Well... can ya blame 'em?

[selfimmolates]

No. Still frustrating to deal with, though.