#❛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴀ ʜᴀᴠɪɴ` ғᴜɴ ʏᴇᴛ? 〈 asks. 〉

[maddestdog]

@idyllicserendipity says... "that was a bit scary, i have to admit." - Reina!

"Ohh, yeah?"

A bit scary is a total understatement.

This latest zombie flick brought more thrills and chills than the last, and while Majima himself loved each and every minute of the absolute gore fest presented on the big screen, he knows the same couldn't possibly be said about poor Reina-chan here. Each little flinch and gasp she made throughout the film served as a reminder that she wasn't nearly as big of a fan of these things as he — even so... she's the one who agreed to this late night horror filled escapade in the first place. No one can say he didn't warn her!

— And no one can say he didn't offer her an arm to cling onto, either.

Now, now, don't get him wrong!! There were no such ulterior motives behind his invitation. Halloween is right around the corner, so he's happy as a clam being able to celebrate his favorite time of year with one of his favorite people. But, what with how cute she is, and how she has this weird habit of making his heart go aflutter lately... well... he wouldn't have particularly minded if the little lady relied on him for some comfort during their time in the cold, dark theater. It's only natural... Right?

Majima's chuckling now, amused more than anything by Reina's confession as they once again greet the crisp autumn air outside. It's dark now, and still, they have the whole night ahead of them. Hands in pockets, he grins as he walks on alongside her.

"There ain't nothin' to be scared of, Reina-chan~" He suddenly pauses in his tracks, making sure to look Reina right in the eyes as he speaks a vow to her then and there.

"Listen here: if zombies really start roamin' the streets one day, you got nothin' to worry about! I'll kick ALL their undead asses for ya, and I'll do it in style. Ya got that?"

[maddestdog]

@yukikorogashi​ says... Oh, her-- HER! Itsuki's here to pick you up like the beautiful princess you are, bro! uwu

“FINALLY!”

Once he’s over the initial shock of realizing that his captor here is none other than Itsuki-chan, a small but oh so mighty little thing, Majima wastes no time in clinging to her as if he truly was desperate to be in her arms, and subsequently whisked away.

“My adorable lil` knight in shining armor is finally here!! What took ya so damn long, huh? I was really startin` to wonder...” A childish pout settled on his face, he looks to her with one big, sad, pathetic eye, all in an expression that’s akin to a lonesome puppy who’d gone all day without seeing its beloved owner. “I was gettin` lonely without ya, too. `Bout made me cry, y`know, and I almost ran away! How dare you? Playin` with this here beautiful princess’s vulnerable lil` heart like that — hmph!”

His display of drama and splendor aside, it’s nonetheless true that he’d been waiting here for her at Theater Square, having decided to invite his friend out for another fun adventure the day prior. First up is checking out the newest zombie flick that’s recently come to theatres. An over-the-top, cheesier the better, movie connoisseur like Majima wouldn’t dare miss out on all the blood, guts, and gore of another entertaining film.

“Ah, well, we better get a move on now if we`re gonna catch that movie~” Pulling his arms tighter still around Itsuki’s tinier shoulders, he points a gloved finger outwards in the direction of their destination. “C`mon, girlie, let`s go! Hustle those buns!” 

“We got a couple of primo seats with our names on `em, just waitin` there for us! Popcorn`s gonna get all cold if we don`t hurry, too! YAAAHOO!”

[maddestdog]

@cxrnxticn​ says... "are you trying to get yourself killed ?"

First, she finds him bleeding out like a stuck pig. That little incident happened to be the aftermath of one of his usual brawls that led the poor girl to him, his blood acting like a crude trail of crumbs for her to follow, and for Majima himself to ultimately be subjected to a rescue mission of sorts. It still amazes him just how strong a petite lil’ lady can be.

This time, however —

It’s nothing but pure coincidence that he’s caught Mariko’s attention for yet another time, pulling yet another dangerous stunt while he foolishly believes no one’s looking. Her voice comes as a surprise, initially, and he nearly loses his grip on the ladder he’d been trying to slide down; the same kind that are meant for emergencies only, and not for the spontaneous parkour tricks that Majima has taken a liking to performing.

His grip upon the metal only tightens, his head quick to whip towards the source of concern. “Haw?” Upon spotting her, Majima’s eye forms into a squint. He frowns, deciding on a whim to cease his climbing around for the sake of sparing himself more ridicule — and in one swift maneuver, he’s on his feet, safe and sound on the concrete.

“Listen here...” Gloved hands come together as he now dusts them off. “Life`s no fun if I ain`t livin` it on the edge. It ain`t like I`m gettin` any younger, anyways, so, I gotta keep myself limber somehow. Ya get me?” As his head tilts to the side, waiting for her word of agreement upon the matter, he folds his arms to his chest in a most defiant manner. In the end, she matches the intensity of his stare... His sigh sounds defeated.

"Aw, forget it...”

“What`cha doin` out this late, anyhow? Huh? Don`t tell me yer out lookin` for trouble.”

[maddestdog]

@wolfvirago​ says... "Here, put this on it." Offers a frozen bag of peas for the injury.

“Aw, c`mon, it ain`t like I`m bleedin` out here.”

Try as he might to brush her off, pretend that all is fine — the fresh bruise that’s right there on his noggin says otherwise. The injury itself, being the result of Majima’s own attempt to display his awe worthy skills, is one he could’ve easily avoided had he been paying more attention. Here he’d been, playing a makeshift round of golf... only for the ball he’d struck just a tad too hard to come right back at him like a boomerang, damn near giving him whiplash once it smacked him upside the head. Truth be told, he continues to struggle with this tricky little thing called ’depth perception’ to this day.

Such a rookie mistake makes him feel pathetic as it is, but to garner the attention of a concerned passerby makes the situation all the more embarrassing. What’s worse, she’s gone and dug into her bag of groceries to pull him out an ice cold bag of peas. Initially, he just gawks at her. What follows, of course, is the urge to fight her, to refuse any sort of help. He’ll be fine, really... But, it’s the god awful throbbing that ultimately gets to him. She seems to be the persistent type as it is, anyways.

“All right, all right...” Albeit with some reluctance, he finally takes her up on the offer, wasting no time then to hold the bag of veggies against his aching temple. He’s suffered through worse — much, much worse — but the cold sensation is a welcome relief nonetheless. The man’s own stubbornness is just another matter that needs addressing. At the very least, all of his pouting doesn’t last forever; instead, he’s quietly chuckling to himself now as he looks to her with an amused little smile.

“Heh... Guess I owe ya one, huh?”

“I ain`t the type to take without givin`, so go ahead, name yer price.”

[maddestdog]

@yukikorogashi​ says... Itsuki easily has a "Best Boss" pin printed and made just for him. ouo The standard size for this pin also ends up making it way bigger than that badge he already adorns on his jacket but, hey-- makes sense since attention should be brought to the more important fact of him being the best boss and all~

“Haw? This really for me...?” With a sparkle in his eye, he takes the pin into his hands as delicately as he would holding a newborn kitten. It’s a labor of her love, and one he’ll come to cherish for the rest of his life. This ‘Best Boss’ really owes her one, but until Majima figures out a suitable gift to bestow upon her in return, he’ll settle for praising her, and for wearing the little button with utmost pride upon his blazer.

“Aw, c`mere, ya lil` scamp!” The huge grin on his face is telling on its own, but he’s unable to go much longer without pulling the child into the biggest hug ever, lifting her up off the ground in the process and swinging her around soon after. This is it. What his whole life has been leading up to. He can die happy now. “Ya bet yer sweet bippy I`m showin` this to the boys. They`ll really get a kick outta it! Thanks, Itsuki-chan~” ♥

[maddestdog]

@take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar​ says... {seeing as I can’t reply to the starter yet like I wanna, time for a lil meme-age XD} “ what did you just say? ”

“Serious? Are ya deaf or somethin`?”

If there’s one thing that Majima hates the most, it’s repeating himself. He knows it can’t be helped sometimes, especially when he’s damn near looming over a person. He also knows that a handsome face like his can be awfully distracting... Nonetheless, that just so happens to be what he’s doing now, using his larger size to his advantage in order to corner Minato and capture his full attention. Finally, he gives a quick ‘tsk’ of the tongue before he graciously decides to speak the same words over again.

“I said I dig yer style, `n I wanna borrow this jacket of yers.” Inching closer still, he reaches out to touch and feel the material of Minato’s blazer for himself, his thumb and index fingers hooking around its lapel to stroke curiously so. Never mind the fact that his glove prevents him from truly knowing how the texture would fare against his skin — it’s the garment’s fit and pattern that’s truly caught his eye in the first place. He grins mischievously as he tilts his head to the side. Another idea’s just come to mind.

“Wanna trade for a day? Bet ya`d look pretty cool wearin` all this snakeskin."

[maddestdog]

anon says... (Have a random Kiryu-chan anon on me.) [!] There it was: the internal alarm that went off whenever he felt his presence. His perpetually-scowling eyes widened as he began scanning the environment around him. Garbage can? No. Manhole? No. Jumping from a building on top of him? No. Six inches behind him laughing quietly? No. He began to get frustrated. “Majima-san?!” he called, getting into a combat position. “I know you’re there somewhere! Come on out, let’s get this over with!” He kept preparing himself, either for the high-pitched laughter or that trademark exclamation of “Kiryu-chan!” (He’s suffering from “Post-Majima Everywhere Stress Disorder.”)

"What'cha got yer panties in a twist for, Kiryu-chan?"

That trademark exclamation comes eventually, though without its usual mad cackling to follow, nor the subsequent attempt on Kiryu's life — instead of appearing from a garbage can, a manhole, or even from the building above, Majima is all too casual in making himself known by simply stepping out from the nearest alleyway. It's all just a funny ' coincidence ' that he happened to cross paths with the Dragon of Dojima here.

— Really! He swears it!

Now greeting the other man with a cocky little smirk, Majima strolls on over to where Kiryu stands, where he remains poised, ready for a fight. As he takes a long drag from his already half - smoked cigarette, he looks him over, and hums thoughtfully.

"Ohhh ~ I see what's goin' on. Yer just eager for me to hand yer ass to ya again, huh? Can't get enough of me, can ya? I always knew you were a masochist. Heh."

A nonchalant shrug following, the Mad Dog carelessly tosses his cancer stick onto the concrete before stamping it out under his boot. Poor Kiryu-chan — already so worked up, and all without Majima having to lift a single finger. Just call him Ivan Pavlov!!

"Sorry, but I ain't in the mood right now. Can't really fight on an empty stomach, y'know?" Tossing his arm 'round the other's shoulders to bridge their gap, he chuckles deviously. "If ya wanna go to pound town that bad, 'least buy me dinner first!"

[maddestdog]

@horriun​ says... “  need a hand?  ” Seeing the man's cig, she pulls out her lighter. She recognizes the man from her usual smoking spot. They'd seen each other multiple times, but this is the first time the woman as spoken.

“I got it...” After a dismissive wave of his hand, the Mad Dog is quick to pull out his very own lighter from the confines of his jacket’s pocket. It’s the same one he’s used for years now; and, if he allowed her a moment to inspect it, she’d find the metal coating is well on its way to deteriorating, revealing spots of wear and tear underneath all the shiny looking silver. But, quick as a snake, he shoves the trusty ignitor back where it belongs. It’s only after a much needed drag from his own cancer stick that he speaks again, the look in his eye nonetheless curious as he watches the stranger.

“Thanks, anyway.”

Stranger might be an understatement — for the longer he stands here puffing away, inspecting the woman all the while, he feels that ever strange sense of déjà vu. He holds little doubts that he’s been in this very situation with her before, quietly sharing a cigarette in a similar spot, perhaps even at the same time of day. But... It’s more than just that. Rather than the smell of nicotine acting as a sort of reminder, it’s her voice that prompts him to realize there’s more to her than her pretty face... Could it be...?

“Ya know, ya look awful familiar.”

“What`s yer name, anyways?”

[maddestdog]

@truelovebenefactress​ says... Gently grasping him by his chin, an azure gaze but peers all too intently into his own. A flicker to a scar here, and a scar there-- the beautician almost seemed like she was peering right into his very soul, right then and there. "There are a few creams that I can certainly offer for your scars, Majima-san..." Especially as she would maintain eye contact with him for a moment that had lasted for almost an eternity. "But... do know that you are also beautiful, in all your imperfections..."

‘Beautiful’ is not a word he associates with himself. Her honeyed words, genuine as she may speak them, is all just flattery in his eye. There’s nothing beautiful about the burden of his scars, the reminders of his ascent from Hell, serving only as mere physical proof of his lifelong battles. It’s not just her compliments that cause him to so suddenly feel hot under the collar, but how intensely she looks at him as well. 

Under all this pressure, Majima’s quick to take hold of the beautician’s wrist, opting to cease the caressing of her fingertips before he grows any more red in the face.

“Ya don`t hafta butter me up so I`ll buy somethin` of yers...” He can only match that intense stare into her own cerulean eyes for so long. As his gaze flickers elsewhere, the texture of the wall behind her seeming to suddenly catch his interest, his grip upon her loosens. His next words are nearly mumbled, lips momentarily quirked into a pout. She just had to go and embarrass him. “I was gonna do that from the start.”

To further express his discomfort, Majima shifts in his seat, all the while tugging at the lapels of his jacket before he settles for crossing his arms over his chest. A discontent sigh follows as he only continues to talk under his breath. “Geez, lady...” Tough and hardened as he is, he’s always been so very weak for beautiful women — but, he has to reminder himself now why it is he came to her in the first place.

"Just gimme the best you`ve got.”

[maddestdog]

@dojimakaichou says... “  was that you?  ”

Immediately after a muffled little chuckle happens to escape the patriarch, it’s just his luck that he’s called out for the minor disruption. Now that all eyes are on him, he’s all too tempted to awkwardly sink back into his seat, to quietly curse himself for having to be so hilarious. It’s always in the worst places and the worst times that he finds humor in a situation. He’s never been one to enjoy these meetings — the same ones that seemingly take forever to sit through, leaving much for a man as restless as Majima to desire while he has no choice but to wait it all out quietly, listening to the dreadfully boring discussions of business as usual on repeat. Numbers, politics, agendas...

Same shit, different day.

Can he really be blamed for trying to entertain himself? Surely, even the most hardworking and upstanding member in the room has to have at least a little bit of sympathy for his dilemma. He’ll be forever grateful if that man happens to be the chairman himself. Now, it’s just a matter of time for Majima to find that out, and he remains hopeful that his apology will be enough to keep things running smoothly.

“Sorry, boss, I was just thinkin` about somethin` funny.” 

“Don`t mind me. Ya won`t hear another peep outta me from here on. Promise.”

[maddestdog]

@cxrnxticn​ says... "That's a lot of blood..." Should she run? She should probably run. Yet, something kept her from budging. Shock? Terror? Morbid intrigue? Who knew. (hiii friend <3)

Amidst all the excitement of the altercation that has left him beaten and bloody as he is now, Majima chalks it up to adrenaline, once again, saving him from the telltale stings of pain; what should’ve been a reminder from his own body that he’s in need of medical attention, is one he’s ultimately ignored ‘til the concern of a passerby finally snaps him back to reality. And here he thought he was alone, tucked away in the backstreets from the crowd, far from the punks he’d just had a stern talking to... It’s just his luck that he’d catch the attention of this lil’ lady while trying to enjoy a smoke.

Her shock is met with nonchalance, even as he takes a moment to peer down at the particularly nasty gash in his abdomen that’s responsible for the river of red which only continues to flow down, down, down... A quick glance is enough for him to realize the gravity of the situation, and yet, he seems to be genuinely amused by it all.  

“Huh. Sure as shit is. Guess I really overdid it this time, heh.”

All he’s able to manage is one more shallow inhale from the cigarette between his lips before the Mad Dog finally goes tumbling down. His consciousness is gone within an instant, his body next to betray him in a backwards fall onto the concrete. It’s a lot of blood, indeed — unfortunately for the two of them, he’s gone totally limp because of it.

She ought to reconsider that whole running away thing now.

[maddestdog]

@kitschd​ says... [surprise]

Just as the sun begins to set does the frustrating lack of action and excitement for the day come to a head. There’s never been a dull moment for Majima here in Kamurocho - even when he’s holed himself inside the family office before, he’s found a way to pass the time, entertain himself by sticking his nose into the business of others. But, even a hound that’s always on the prowl, looking for trouble, must take a break every so often; prove that he’s not all play and no work. He has a reputation to uphold.

The itch for adventure is nonetheless too strong for him to resist even just a little scratch. Like clockwork, he decides enough is enough, and it’s not long after that he’s making his way back out into the concrete jungle with the excuse of stretching his legs. Staring at piles and piles of paperwork while stuck in the same damn spot for hours isn’t doing his body much good, anyways. One of his boys can take care of the rest.

Just as he’s outside the door, already reaching for a cigarette to enjoy while he’s on his way to no particular destination, Majima has to count his blessings now for not stumbling and falling over the sad fool who’s lying there at the headquarters' doorstep. Despite his initial surprise, he scoffs at the sight. Some kid he’s never seen before - covered in scrapes and bruises, with seemingly nowhere to hide but here. All he can assume is that he’s just another lost pup who went and ran into the wrong people.    

“The hell d`ya think yer doin`, kid?” His voice is stern, his brow furrowed in a perfect expression of pure annoyance. Part of him is glad to find that the action and excitement he was about to go looking for has come to him so easily... The other part of him is hesitant to get involved with the affairs of another good for nothing punk. 

Sure beats having to twiddle his thumbs all day, whatever the case.

“Pick yer sorry ass off the ground already,” Majima nudges his foot against the boy in an attempt to rouse him, further encouraging him to stand up and gather his bearings.

 “C`mon!! I don`t got all day, y`know! Upsy daisy!”

[maddestdog]

@idyllicserendipity​ says... [ trail ] from Madam M 🥺

Like old times, her lithe fingers dance along his palms and knuckles, massaging away all the stress he carries right down to the very tips of his fingers. But, unlike old times, are her hands much more practiced, and his? Much more scarred, worn, and worked to the bone in between the years which they’ve last spoke, in which Madam M herself would offer him a bit of relief as she is now. He never once minded offering her a literal hand to practice on; she was always a talented woman, and, despite how rough she may be at times with her methods, she’d leave him a happy customer without fail.

Now, before he’s able to give in to the temptation of closing his eye for a little nap, her voice rouses him, and his attention is brought to the partially faded scar along his left wrist. He nearly jerks his hand away as her fingers begin to trace over the bump of discolored skin, perhaps a bit too sensitive for his liking - but, her delicate touch reminds him that he’s safe, the solemn look on her face a reason for him to speak up.

“Oh, that?” He clears his throat and awkwardly shifts there in his seat. He’s not keen on telling her the truth; about the shackles which once bound his limbs, the dark and desolate prison, the torture which so followed... uncertain as to whether or not he’d live another day, live to see her face again. The pain and suffering continues to haunt him to this day, leaving him restless at night. His usually cheerful voice betrays him as he settles for a truth laced lie. Sooner or later, she’ll know of his disturbing fate. “Heh, yeah, it`s nothin` to worry about... Details are fuzzy, but I broke my wrist, that`s all.”

The silence that follows is nearly suffocating, and as Majima raises his eye back to hers, his brow creases. When it comes to a woman like Madam M, he’s always such a terrible liar. He can’t help but chuckle now at his own failure, and the funny feeling of her staring right through his soul. Try as he might, he can’t keep the façade going like he usually can. Not now, not with her. “C`mon - what`s with that look on your face?”

His gaze drops again; her beautiful, perfect skin against his own. He doesn’t deserve her sympathy. As he places his larger hand atop hers and gives her a comforting squeeze, he shakes his head earnestly. Though Majima smiles, he’s far from happy.

"Something like this isn`t worth shedding a tear over... I can promise you that.”

[maddestdog]

@idyllicserendipity​ says... [ scream ] Majima hears Spongebob scream and runs to him (AUEHAUWEH)

It’s the kind of shrill, terrified shriek he’s heard before; the telltale call for help of an innocent bystander, unable to fend for themselves. With all the punks and street rats that lurk around, sniffing out a chance to steal or pick a fight, it’s a constant reminder of the town’s unfortunately high crime rate. So much for a peaceful stroll for the infamous Mad Dog... As he sighs, the grip on his beloved aluminum bat tightens. It’s reasons like these that he carries the thing around wherever he goes, especially at night.

Another panicked scream leads Majima to a group of good for nothin’ teenagers flocked around one little spot in the middle of the street. He’s ready to swing, ask questions later — rather, he would be, if his sudden appearance hadn’t scared them all away first. Nonetheless, he’ll be quick to lend his hand to the fallen victim, and...

“Eh?!” His mouth falls open, his eye wide. He’s shook to his core. There’s no fallen victim to be found. A quick turnaround gives him no clues as to their whereabouts, either. All that remains is... “HUH?” Something that belongs in a sink full of dishes. Most shockingly of all, it’s got arms and legs, a face and a voice.

He’s come to rescue a sponge, of all things.

“WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS?!”

Majima’s hot with anger, ready to curse himself for wasting his time and energy on helping what he thought was one unlucky individual (presumably a woman, with how feminine those screams were) staring danger in the face — but, more than anything, he’s both perplexed and intrigued that he’s instead become the savior of a goddamn sponge. Bent to the ground, he closer inspects the strange lil’ guy before he soon enough plucks him up by his skinny little arm, leaving him dangling helplessly in the air as he’s further scrutinized. Bright baby blues with lashes long, yellow and full of holes, dressed like a complete DORK... He sneers, knowing he’s a fool for thinking he’d already seen everything a man possibly could. Not a damn thing can ever top this.

“Just what the hell are ya, huh? Some kinda walkin`, talkin` cheese?”

[maddestdog]

@wolfvirago​ says... 👁 - from my yakuza au

As often as he garners attention, a prolonged stare from the occasional passerby, it’s a ticklish feeling he can never shake. Though Majima couldn’t care less about what sort of opinion a mere stranger has about him and the way he presents himself, he knows he’s an oddity within a sea of average people; his tall stature, his flamboyant choice of attire, and most noteworthy of all... his leather eyepatch. Appearances alone are common cause for the curious looks he receives, but somehow, the pair of eyes that linger on him now feel different — like he’s being watched, even spied on.

That in itself isn’t such an uncommon occurrence, either. However, as he raises his gaze from the ground, his instincts leading him to the very individual whose attention he’s apparently caught, he’s a little surprised to see its a woman. Not another trouble maker looking for a fight, nor someone who has plans on soliciting him. Just a pretty face who’s undoubtedly staring at him for some innocuous reason as he’s outside, inhaling another cigarette, and enjoying a moment of quiet from the bar he’d exited. 

“I know I`m handsome `n all, but a picture`ll last ya longer.” He grins as he says his piece, confident with his assumption that she’s also out here for a bit of fresh air. Even while she’s more than a couple feet apart from him, the silence is boring for him. Might as well strike up a conversation, question why she’d been staring so intently at him.

“Somethin` you wanna say?” His brow quirked, eye locked on her, he takes another drag from the cancer stick in hand. As he watches the smoke dissipate in the cold night’s air, he nearly panics when he realizes yet another potential factor.

“Er, wait! Don`t tell me I got somethin` on my face... That`s goddamn embarrassing.”

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@yukikorogashi says... [ boop ]  for  Itsuki  to  boop  Majima-bro  on  the  nose c:

Having been lost in his own head for just a few moments is enough for Majima's otherwise watchful, defensive reflexes to be in a most vulnerable state. Now, if he’d been paying more attention, he would’ve certainly dodged the girl’s approaching finger with ease. But, his quiet ruminating is inevitably brought to an end as Itsuki so decides to give the tip of his nose that a small poke — ultimately, it’s a rather effective way to bring him back to reality. He greets her smiling face with a squint, and without missing a beat, reciprocates the challenge that’s been brought upon him oh so suddenly.

“Ohh, yeah? That`s how ya wanna play, huh?”

Much like a snake, he's quick to strike at his prey and without a warning. In a matter of seconds does he then claim his prize; all in one fluid movement, Majima leans over, swipes his gloved hand across the young lady’s face, and forms it into a fist with his thumb wedged tightly between his fore and middle fingers. “Got yer nose ~ ” Revenge sure is sweet, and he’ll most definitely be vocal about enjoying his victory.

“Hah, would ya look at that!” That, of course, being the adorable button nose he supposedly snatched right from Itsuki’s face. He closely inspects his thumb as though it belongs instead to the girl in question and gives his digit a little wiggle for dramatic effect. His grin is triumphant, prideful — his laughter is nearly diabolic. It’s almost like he’s won the lottery. “I think somethin` THIS cute`ll sell for a damn good price, too!”