[There's something to be said for the trail of destruction Majima leaves in his wake- you wouldn't think it'd be so hard to find a giant snake down here but the sewers are full of twists and turns, winding around itself in confusing knots. It would be easy to miss the flicker of a tail around a corner or the sound of a scaled belly against concrete. But, thanks to both his fellow Shuten clan members' sharp eyes- and, having seen the fight first hand, sharper memories- and fallen rivals, he hasn't.
So, there's something casual about the way Childe picks his way over to where the creature that might be Majima is curled up. One hand hooked in his pocket, the other holding a bloodied pipe over his shoulder. Head cocked to the side, expression as amicable as those lifeless eyes of his will allow. This is fine. After watching Osial's attempts to tear Liyue Harbour apart, he's a little desensitised to oversized serpents.
Still, he wasn't expecting this one to talk. How interesting!]
the uwabmi needs hands
So, there's something casual about the way Childe picks his way over to where the creature that might be Majima is curled up. One hand hooked in his pocket, the other holding a bloodied pipe over his shoulder. Head cocked to the side, expression as amicable as those lifeless eyes of his will allow. This is fine. After watching Osial's attempts to tear Liyue Harbour apart, he's a little desensitised to oversized serpents.
Still, he wasn't expecting this one to talk. How interesting!]
You'll have to be a little more specific, friend.