[ Being understood is uncomfortable being it implies something ugly. He never wants to exactly know how deep it goes because that means the Hole opens up in the back of his mind and he starts to remember things from his year there. The imaginary cage he was groomed to believe in at least keeps that away... but there's no one maintaining it in Jigokucho. It's just Majima and his nightmares.
He hesitates for a moment, chin lowering with a frown. But he starts to get up, putting out a hand to steady himself on the tree. His shoulders remain stooped, but he's up and he brushes some of the dirt off his slacks. Standing make it more obvious that he has a fairly thick serpent's tail that the back of his shirt is tucked around; white scales that shine in the watery overhead lighting from the path. The same scales are thinner but dispersed over the rest of his visible skin. ]
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He hesitates for a moment, chin lowering with a frown. But he starts to get up, putting out a hand to steady himself on the tree. His shoulders remain stooped, but he's up and he brushes some of the dirt off his slacks. Standing make it more obvious that he has a fairly thick serpent's tail that the back of his shirt is tucked around; white scales that shine in the watery overhead lighting from the path. The same scales are thinner but dispersed over the rest of his visible skin. ]
Sure. Let's get outta here...