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woman who dearly misses her yakuza husband. when will he ever return out from hiding?
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It felt almost overwhelming, seeing the bright neon lights of Kamurocho. Though it wasn't her first time wandering the streets, it was her first time seeing them in their entirety, as Makoto's vision had finally managed to returned not long ago. Just barely a couple days ago, right before she was released from the hospital.
She'd have to return to Sotenbori soon, more than likely. But, for now? Makoto had plans.
Looking just slightly to her right was Goro. They'd made plans days ago, when they'd confessed to one another. Confessed their deep feelings of care for one another. It still felt like a dream. A sweet, pretty dream. But here they were, just a day after Makoto had been released from the hospital.
So long as she didn't strain herself too much, she was assured she'd be all right to do most menial activities. Walking around, having a bit of fun. It would all be fine so long as she didn't push herself.
"It's brighter than I'd imagined," She admitted, speaking just loud enough to be heard over the city's general chatter.
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"Relax. I don't come seeking a fight, Oji-san~" The girl smiles, sharpened teeth glinting even in the dim light of snowy weather. Though, she knew the reputation of the Mad Dog... He was one who communicated through violence rather than words.
"I figured you could lay a rumor to rest for me. It's important in regards to the safety of the people around here... For the next generation, too." Just barely, the handle of a sword is visible beneath her long jacket, sheathed at her hip. An indescribable energy comes from within.
"Mind if I ask you one question?"
punches him in the face.
❝ motherFUCKER-- ❞
and he's reeling back a fist to deliver the same application of force, aiming towards the man's face.
“yo… gimme yer chainsaw, i wanna test it out.”
❝ oh re-e-eally ? and what would i get in return, mm ? there's a give and take; and i do not freely give away my weapon to handsome one-eyed men. ❞
𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 ! ⸻ @mjm5655.
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Mornings were slogs for Kiryu. He spent a lot of time sleeping, but it never felt enough. But it was in the mornings when he was at least urged out of bed. Urged to get up, dressed, wash up if he had the strength.
Sometimes it was Haruka helping him, sometimes it was Ayako. All the kids kinda took their turns. Kiryu had long since stopped resisting their help.
Since Majima, Saejima, and Daigo had come to visit, though, it seemed like he got Majima greeting him more often than not. And--
Well.
That was a about as bluntly put as it'd ever been.
A small, tired grin pulled itself to Kiryu's face. It didn't bother him, or even really affect him much at all. It just felt... normal, even though they'd never said anything like that to each other before.
"That's a new one," Kiryu remarked. For most people, he probably just would've let it go. Move on, don't draw any attention to it. For Majima, though? And for the fact that both of them were alone? ... It was time to tease him a bit.
"Is that the greeting I'll get every morning now?"
@mjm5655 sent: P U S S Y I N M Y B I O
" . . .Majima, I think you've been hacked." He knows he hasn't been. He's just not going to acknowledge that.
@mjm5655 sent: "my big ol' gorilla. ~"
"...What?"
Curiosity was telling him to ask what that even meant, but common sense argued-- no. Don't ever ask what the hell Majima ever means about the bizarre things he says.