[It's hard to tell whether he's joking in turn or not- Childe isn't so sure himself.
Regardless, Majima looks disgusting enough for him to take pity and slide his scarf free from the clips holding it in place. He offers it to him to wipe his face in one hand along with the mask in the other and, as soon as he's taken them, peels off his gloves. The fabric, newly coated in some kind of viscous bodily fluid he doesn't even want to know the name of, clings stubbornly to his fingers.]
It's worth it though, isn't it? [He doesn't look up as he speaks, merely stuffing the gloves into his back pocket.] Gets easier too.
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[It's hard to tell whether he's joking in turn or not- Childe isn't so sure himself.
Regardless, Majima looks disgusting enough for him to take pity and slide his scarf free from the clips holding it in place. He offers it to him to wipe his face in one hand along with the mask in the other and, as soon as he's taken them, peels off his gloves. The fabric, newly coated in some kind of viscous bodily fluid he doesn't even want to know the name of, clings stubbornly to his fingers.]
It's worth it though, isn't it? [He doesn't look up as he speaks, merely stuffing the gloves into his back pocket.] Gets easier too.