And what's their story then? How do you know they're not like everyone else? [ Nishitani knows when to bite. Majima being forward is rare, he'd had to call the cops on himself just to get even a drop of irritation. Instead he listens, asks, considers. He sits with Majima as he would any of his highest ranked boys, listening to their life story, giving his in return. ]
[ He lights his own cigarette, putting away the lighter. Part of him wants to ask about the possession, but they're literally in hell right now, working for oni and foxes and tengu and the rest. Like before, even when not blood drunk, Nishitani likes Majima's scales and tail, he likes that eye and the split tongue. He's been into weirder, truly, and this doesn't turn him off for one second. ]
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[ He lights his own cigarette, putting away the lighter. Part of him wants to ask about the possession, but they're literally in hell right now, working for oni and foxes and tengu and the rest. Like before, even when not blood drunk, Nishitani likes Majima's scales and tail, he likes that eye and the split tongue. He's been into weirder, truly, and this doesn't turn him off for one second. ]