Majima didn't expect one of them to get up, but that was exactly what was thrilling about fighting. Surprises. Unexpected twists and turns— and then seeing the enemies crumble, as his twists and turns are just better, stronger, lavishly unexpected.
But that surprise is one to throw him off more than anything the opponent could pull off— the effortless spin Kiryu performed as if the guy weighed nothing (his own movement only making it easier to smash him against the wall). This was not a lucky move, it was a fully controlled, focused mayhem.
Shit, there's a brief flash of... something. Something that tempted him to lunge at Kiryu without prompting— something that told him all the ways they could have exciting fun— he resisted, though, remained in the spot for a second more as their gazes met.
No way he can put on the mask again, not quite. The illusion of the Lord of the Night must have been thoroughly shattered— so what's next? Instead of planning, Majima resigned himself to playing this by ear, following the instinct.
"Woa— Nice grapple. Should have asked ya 'bout yer workout routine" Majima did try to downplay the presence of a baseball bat, partially hiding it behind his leg in a casual hold. He also tried to stop himself from grinning, which resulted in a crooked smile— at least, until he gave up on that and nearly beamed. "Thanks for the save, but now let's get ya out of here. It's unseemly for us makin' mr. Investor work as a bouncer."
Majima stepped over the lying (whining) men as he kept trying to catch Kiryu's attention and steer them towards returning to the club. While he still used the manager's reasoning, his speech pattern slipped a lot on the casual side. Maybe it's the adrenaline still coursing through his veins clouding his judgement.
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But that surprise is one to throw him off more than anything the opponent could pull off— the effortless spin Kiryu performed as if the guy weighed nothing (his own movement only making it easier to smash him against the wall). This was not a lucky move, it was a fully controlled, focused mayhem.
Shit, there's a brief flash of... something. Something that tempted him to lunge at Kiryu without prompting— something that told him all the ways they could have exciting fun— he resisted, though, remained in the spot for a second more as their gazes met.
No way he can put on the mask again, not quite. The illusion of the Lord of the Night must have been thoroughly shattered— so what's next? Instead of planning, Majima resigned himself to playing this by ear, following the instinct.
"Woa— Nice grapple. Should have asked ya 'bout yer workout routine" Majima did try to downplay the presence of a baseball bat, partially hiding it behind his leg in a casual hold. He also tried to stop himself from grinning, which resulted in a crooked smile— at least, until he gave up on that and nearly beamed. "Thanks for the save, but now let's get ya out of here. It's unseemly for us makin' mr. Investor work as a bouncer."
Majima stepped over the lying (whining) men as he kept trying to catch Kiryu's attention and steer them towards returning to the club. While he still used the manager's reasoning, his speech pattern slipped a lot on the casual side. Maybe it's the adrenaline still coursing through his veins clouding his judgement.