Majima chuckled at the mention of gambling with friends, and nodded in affirmation. That's the smart way to do it. At least with friends, you can count on them to not get you drunk before raising stakes. With strangers... not so much. If he remembered right, the mysterious Mr. K was from Kamurocho, which was a den of even more troubles than Sotenbori. Similar vibes, different specializations.

"Pocket...racing?" that made Majima tilt his head in surprise. It was the first time he heard that term and it brought an image of remote control cars, and kids racing them sometimes around the park. He didn't press into it more because then Kiryu said the magic word and had Majima perk up immediately, and he latched onto that topic. "Baseball? My man. There used to be a battin' center, not far from here, but they sadly tore that down almost two years ago. Real shame— I was a regular"

What he didn't mention, is that's how he practiced and got used to monocular vision. Depth perception went to shit, and he wore more bruises from the missed balls than he'd like to admit. But he trained until he got it right. And this train of thought was unproductive for the role he had to fulfill, so instead, he went into a full teasing mode.

"You more of a pitcher or a catcher, Kiryu-chan?"