no one's ever dredged anything to look for me

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Who ⬤ Majima (meowjima) + his tangled romantic cohorts (Nishi, Izo, and Emily (I'm so sorry Emily))
What ⬤ "bitch get your dog" "he don't bite" "YES HE DO"
When ⬤ Early/Mid May
Where ⬤ Majima's place
Content Warnings ⬤ Nishitani. NSFW either for sex or violence or both

Comments

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Good, isn't it? Got some blood in it, but that's just the secret sauce. [ Nishitani smiles, grinning because he liked the karaage too. It'd been a while since he'd done it, but the memory of standing beside his cousin and Uncle B, an orderly line between them, cutting chicken, battering it, and frying it, is drilled into him along with the recipe. ]

[ He takes his phone back, pockets it without even looking-- already knowing she's not the type to fuck around. ]

[medicative]

[she pauses when he says that, makes eye contact for a brief second - hm. maybe that's why Hibiki isn't protesting this specific food at all, or commenting on it.]

Yours, or someone else's?

[her eyes go back down to take another bite. if she's allowed to eat in peace, she'll enjoy it for the moment it is.]

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Mine. [ And Nishitani seems all too happy with that fact. His arms are hidden away under his shirt, but if he stripped any further, she'd see the bandages littering his forearms and biceps. Izo had a time, but Nishitani had one too-- excited beyond belief. ] Your boytoy wasn't too happy to see me! Came at me claws and teeth!

[medicative]

[there's a brief, brief stilling of her hand, pausing before the next bite.]

Are you referring to Okada Izo?

[in no world, hell or not, will she sit here and listen to him being disrespected. Nishitani may call her what he likes, and she'll bear it, but not them.]

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That's the kid! Fierce, angry, not good at a fight but he has the talent to become better. Just needs a good teacher! [ Nishitani drinks more of his booze, smiling and grinning as if the fight hadn't just happened, like nothing went wrong and everything was fine. ]

[medicative]

[serious as she had been, her eyes widen a tiny bit -

and then Emily can't help it, she has to cover her mouth to not laugh directly in Nishitani's face, as if he just said the most amusing thing in the entire world, laughter stifled in her throat. it's too funny. it's really too funny, hearing that come out of someone's lips.]

My apologies, it's merely...

[breathe, she has to breathe.]

If you're saying that, Mr. Nishitani, with all due respect, he was going easy on you.

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[ Nishitani laughs as well, excited by what she says. ] That so? Then I can't wait to see him again! He was holding back on me? That brat! [ Nishitani is alight, instantly, standing up and grabbing his pack of cigarettes, heading over to the window just to look out it-- just to try and see where Izo and Majima fucked off to. Damn! He's fucking dripping thinking about next time already. ] Most assassin's don't know how to throw a decent punch, but you're saying he can?

[medicative]

He absolutely can.

[she's saying this because she witnessed him fight in the events of the parade, not a jot of fear in him, but also because she firmly believes in Izo's ability to win. but before she goes and commits him to combat he never signed up for...]

Ask him for a rematch if you don't believe me. And fight him out of doors, it would be more...thrilling.

[or just where she thinks Izo would have better odds.]

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My bloods fucking pumping! I'm dying for a good fight, baby! You're an angel! [ He rounds the table back towards her, his energy electric and eyes wild. He's gotta touch someone, something, and the closest is her. Reaching out, he goes to cup her face. Her lips are beautiful, and he wants to lick into her mouth to see how she tastes with his cooking on her tongue. ]

[medicative]

[he manages to touch her face, but not to get to his true goal - she moves to a standing position as he does, and then takes a step back. it all has to look natural, graceful, an accidental avoidance instead of the truth.]

You're too kind. I'm only relaying the truth of what I've seen.

[and like this, she can't stay. it gives her an idea of how she'll have to handle him in the future, but for now, she'll quit while she's ahead.]

Thank you very much for lunch. I'm sorry to depart so soon, but I have a patient who messaged me - and right now, there's no one I trust enough to send in my place.

[it's true, she had been glancing at her messages - to add his name to her contacts. but he doesn't need to know, since he was at the window.]

Until next time, Mr. Nishitani.

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So soon? [ Nishitani clenches his fingers where his palms are suddenly empty. Her warmth had been against his hands so briefly, but addicting no matter. He looks over her, the food she's half eaten, before sighing, running a hand through his hair. ] Let me see you out then, Em-chan. Fuck if these boys clean anything, I'd hate to see you trip!