[ Why the hell would he bring that up now, aren't they busy or something? Majima makes a face at him, hissing faintly. It's the briefest distraction before he's grabbed someone by the back of the head and smashed their face into the gaudy, wallpapered hallway a few times. They drop, nose broken and bloodied.
He steps over their moaning form, listening to what he can of the vibrations in the nearby rooms. It's actually fairly easy for him to tell which are the rhythmic shifting of actual customers and which is the nervous shuffling feet of Tamamo in hiding. He gestures with his knife, ]
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[ Why the hell would he bring that up now, aren't they busy or something? Majima makes a face at him, hissing faintly. It's the briefest distraction before he's grabbed someone by the back of the head and smashed their face into the gaudy, wallpapered hallway a few times. They drop, nose broken and bloodied.
He steps over their moaning form, listening to what he can of the vibrations in the nearby rooms. It's actually fairly easy for him to tell which are the rhythmic shifting of actual customers and which is the nervous shuffling feet of Tamamo in hiding. He gestures with his knife, ]
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