[open] no strings attached

[no_kyouken]

Who ⬤ Majima & Open
What ⬤ Night Parade
When ⬤ April
Where ⬤ Around
Content Warnings ⬤ Cross dress, violence, alcohol, probably smut somewhere.

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[no_kyouken]

Jigoku's just like home, which... Shoulda figured, I guess.

[ All the overindulgences, greed, violence. All the yakuza know they're going to hell and they do what they do anyway because civilized life just isn't for them, for one reason or another. He resists the urge to take a cigarette, since they're on their way to eat, but the impulse is strong. He stuffs his hands in his pockets instead, slouches along. ]

Sometimes ya just need some easy fried food t'cheer ya up.

[ He says that, but this snack still brings him some melancholy. He doesn't know what happened to the blind girl who he brought takoyaki while he was trying to hide her from the yakuza. His contract is that she'll be safe in the end, but he knows he hasn't earned it yet. That he might never, knowing the way yakuza like to operate. His face is... really fucking depressed even as they approach the stall and the great smell wafts over them. ]

[fuckinghysterical]

I've been hearing that a lot from others I met here, actually. As for me? Eheheh... this is nothing like anything I've known before.

[Mostly because most of the people she had spoken to were Japanese, but also for about a decade or so, she had either been transported from warzone to warzone or was just not in a good place mentally. She still wasn't in a great place now, but she at least had some semblance of sanity now.

Her smile widens a bit at his comment - it would be nice if fried food was all it took to truly calm her mind, but she didn't want to say anything in case that really was the case for Majima. However, looking upon his expression, LB was still unconvinced.]

Somehow, I get the feeling that you're going to need more than fried food tonight. But, perhaps it's a decent start, hm?

[LB closes her eyes for a moment, enjoying the scent of food in the air. She never got to enjoy a festival like this, being from a very small town - so the new experience was at least welcome to take her mind from the fate of her home village.]

I don't know if you're the kind of person that feels better from talking out your problems, or if you need a distraction. But, I can't imagine you'd want to spill everything on a stranger like me either.

[no_kyouken]

[ What he needs is to somehow go back in time and stop that hit from ever being discussed. Keep himself and Saejima out of the politics that they didn't understand. Keep his eye, keep his oath brother out of jail, keep them together with Yasuko. But that's not how things work, and even if Hell offered him that contract he wouldn't believe it. All he can do now is suffer his punishments.

But still, he hesitates. He responds when people are earnest with him, he's much more trusting and sentimental than he wishes he was. He scuffs his shoe while the takoyaki cart works on frying up the dough, turning each dumpling. ]

Ain't gotta worry 'bout a guy like me, just some thug who's seen too much shit.

[ It's easy to self-deprecate, he really loathes himself. Started out life as an unwanted street kid, became an unwanted yakuza. All he's good at is fighting and fucking things up. ]

Comes with th'territory.

[fuckinghysterical]

[Even if Majima doesn't give her much, she still glances over with a solemn kind of understanding, nodding her head.]

You and me both... [Perhaps "thug" would be a new term for her. But honestly, she had been called much worse than that. It'd be easy to wallow in her own memories, and perhaps she would if she were on her own. But in the company of someone else - even a stranger - LB still felt compelled to try to hide the more depressing part of her personality the best she possibly could.] ...but as far as I'm concerned, you don't look like a thug to me.

[Considering that the worst people to her were cultists and everyone else that she went against were typically military of sorts, perhaps LB didn't even know what a thug was supposed to look like. Nevertheless, she's at least honest in that remark before turning to thank the vendor for the takoyaki. Once she receives the food, she walks away from the stand with a thoughtful hum.]

Do you want to go see if we can find something not shitty to look at?

[no_kyouken]

I'm about as yakuza as they come.

[ He rubs the back of his head sheepishly. In Sotenbori, no one had believed he wasn't yakuza even when he was technically a civilian. He looks like a thug, but at least around Jigokucho that's par for the course. He looks like any other yokai clan member around Shuten territory. He's almost unremarkably normal in this town.

But he does accept the tray of food, glancing up the street to see whether they're about to be run over by a kanamara float or if there really is anything worth seeing. ]

River's probably quiet this time'a day.

[fuckinghysterical]

[LB's brows raise for a moment, if only because "yakuza" was a term she had learned not all that long ago from Soma. Though she hadn't heard of it before coming to Jigoku-cho, it was at least common enough to be tied to two people she spoke with here - perhaps it would be worth it to learn more about the subject in her free time. Nevertheless, LB makes a mental note to herself and puts that to the side for the time being.]

Perhaps I don't look like it, but I used to be a military contractor of sorts... not all that far off from a mercenary, I suppose.

[She apparently looked so much like a Tamamo kind of girl, that multiple people had been able to guess on their first meeting with her - even she knew that she wasn't really all that well suited to the militaristic part of her former job. She too rubs her shoulder in a self-conscious sort of way.]

So, um, we really don't fall all that far from the same tree, I suppose.

[As they get farther away from the trees, LB takes one more look to appreciate the beauty of the pink visage - it really was too bad that the whispering from the dead was a thing here, because otherwise she'd might like to take in the view for a little longer. However, the alternative presented did sound more appealing.]

Oh, probably is! Sometimes, if I can't sleep, I'll come down to take my mind off of things... it's nice.

[no_kyouken]

[ Maybe. Mercenary implies that she fights for whoever, for the money or the prestige or whatever it is. Yakuza implies that he is bound to one family, that he's promised his life and his blood to one particular 'father'. It doesn't feel quite the same in Jigoku. In Tokyo, you know the reputation of your boss. You hope to be chosen by then and to live up their expectations. In Jigoku-cho you are simply assigned out to someone you have never known before. He puffs a sigh, none of it feels right. ]

Never been military.

[ He loathes government authority, of which the military is a part. If he felt like the government cared or would ever have looked out for him, he wouldn't be yakuza at all. He's been failed, left out and let down and driven to the only part of society that would have him. Yakuza thrived after the war, when the government and the military were at their most crippled and most fallible. ]

Guess it's rough though.

[ He doesn't feel any need to argue with that, that violence is violence. He glance around to get his bearings for a moment, then leads the way down towards the banks of the Sanzu. ]

I'm sure neither of us sleep great.