#堂島 Asks の龍

[dragonofdojima]

堂島 @falsiliar​ Continued from Here の龍

   Famous last words in cases like this were usually pretty dumb. On one hand, the victim could beg “Wait, stop” as if saying that to someone fully intent on their actions was actually worth a crap. But on the other, for those feeling braver, you could goad the attackers: “Oh yeah? Like you actually have the balls” or “What, you’re really going to throw that at me?”

   Kokichi typically leaned toward the latter. If the stupid street thugs planned on harming him, then he at least wanted to enjoy himself before it happened. Nothing would change their minds. He knew this from experience—well, many experiences. And so, simultaneously with his thoughts weaving through about three different escape routes, he’d managed to utter, “Wow, wasting a perfectly good bottle on me? Pretty weak move, guys.”

   The phrase itself should’ve been all it took to tempt them to action—enough with the pussyfooting, right?—but just as Kokichi was targeting a gap in the group through which he could weasel himself (maybe even between that big lug’s legs...? Eugh, gross, but fine—), he heard a shatter at the same time as a new player entered the field. A much... larger player, and with his back facing Kokichi, it became clear all too quickly whose side he was on.

   A new party member, huh?    Well.

   The action sequence was over in what felt like a blink. This guy was, like... super over-levelled or something; Kokichi still heard the pump of adrenaline in his ears and that never-ending itch to move—to run—buzzing like electricity in his legs even after the thugs were handled. He looked down at their remains (still alive, no worries, but definitely gonna feel this for awhile) in rightly stunned silence in those seconds of calm after the fact.

   But then, so incredibly unperturbed by the danger he was just in, he faced his “hero” with an all-too wide grin and gasp of awe.

   “Woooow! You really showed them, Mister Tough Guy! That bottle didn’t even stand a chance against you.” Delighted energy bounced in his heels, and Kokichi raised his volume to speak over the pained grumbling in the sea of thugs around them. “I’m sure you’re toootally not gonna get in trouble for that or anything! As long as you were protecting the innocent, how could anyone be mad?”

   GUYS LIKE THIS have been around for as long as Kiryu himself could remember (Most definitely longer, even). And while he himself tended to mind his own business for the most part, never would he allow himself to turn a BLIND EYE to a kid in danger. For regardless of what the reason was, it was still PATHETIC of these men to corner him like this. Away from the public eye, with no chance of escape or call for aid.

   And sure, while his line of work (Or at least, just before his expulsion) tended to involve communicating with his own FISTS. Thugs like these thought will always think that INTIMIDATION alone will be enough to get whatever they wanted. And so, what better way to resolve this than to speak their language?

   Kiryu’s already had enough of all this.

   And the fight was over in a moment, as he would smash the remaining thugs down with a swing of a nearby garbage can. Wasting no more time, once it became clear that these guys weren’t leaving. But, just like so many others-- these stubborn idiots would still believe that outnumbering him with weapons in hand would be enough to beat this “old man”.

   With one last glance to the groaning bodies at his feet, the ex-yakuza would return his attention back to the boy. Noticing that he hadn’t taken the chance to run, and instead stood by to watch the entire thing. And before he could ask if he was alright, the boy would suddenly begin to chatter excitedly to his saviour. Those purple eyes actually SPARKLING then, as they peered up at him.

   ... Mister Tough Guy, huh? 

   And he was quick with the nicknames too, wasn’t he? Still, with how lightly he was taking all of this, something told Kiryu then that this wasn’t exactly his first rodeo. Almost appearing as if he was having the TIME OF HIS LIFE, instead of it being on the line. In fact, the SHEER DELIGHT on the other’s face and in his voice would incur the slightest raise of a thick brow... before furthering to a deep furrow of both brows themselves over what was said next.

   ... The boy was probably concerned then that he himself would get in trouble over all of this. Though, it was a little hard to tell. Especially when he was still grinning away like that. And so, offering nothing more than a shake of his head to that statement (No, the cops normally had more important things to focus on than this, actually), Kiryu would then gesture for him to at least follow him back out into the streets, where it would be much safer.

   “Just be careful from now on, alright, kid?” After all, this wasn’t the only group of thugs that was terrorising city, after all. “It’s best you don’t mess around with guys like that.”

[dragonofdojima]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIRYU-CHAN! // Still accepting!

@trvehearted​ said: "I've prepared something for you, Kiryu-san." A soft smile glowed from the woman's face, before leading him down the path. As they walked down the empty, night road together, she kept close to him, hands latched onto one another. Upon arriving, they would see a cherry blossom tree, & in her hand a small, wrapped box. Opening it, he would discover a small charm in the shape of a petal. "Just like the cherry blossoms....I hope a new era will blossom where peace knows no bounds. Happy birthday."

   Somewhere, a voice calls, in the depths of my heart    May I always be dreaming, the dreams that move my heart

   ... IT WAS ALL THAT HE COULD HAVE ASKED FOR, if he was to be perfectly honest. For in a life as fleeting as this one, it was moments like these where he had since begun clinging STEADFAST upon all that he would cherish. For gone were those overly fantastical dreams made by the naive teen he had been during yesteryear. And in its place-- an almost pathetic plead to the heavens themselves-- for a quiet life but filled with simple joys themselves. Especially as the years themselves would continue to fly by, especially when knowing that he himself-- wasn’t getting any younger. 

   And being reminded time and time again that so much (And so many) have already slipped past these calloused fingers themselves, perhaps one would understand this selfish need of his in not wanting to relinquish his hold over this small piece of serenity. To still have her here by his side, even after all these years. And share these almost... knowing gazes between one another, each time they would meet beneath the pale moon itself, almost every night.

   And to be lightly teased by the children themselves, before all that would eventually remain were giggly coos and jubilant grins. As they watched their caretaker greet and stand for a moment with this beautiful woman at Morning Glory’s gate front. 

   With Haruka herself so easily taking upon the role of the BIG SISTER as she always had (And how much she herself had grown, over these few short years), when it came to the rest of the orphans. It would however coax a quirk of a thick brow (And a soft giggle on Tamayo’s part), whenever the young girl would playfully remind him not to return home too late that night (Even if it was his special day and all). Eventually however, so would she wish the man one final “Happy Birthday, Uncle Kaz.” Before commencing in shooing the other orphans back inside for bedtime. 

   Finally allowing these two their moment together, as all that were simply exchanged with soft smiles, and a chuckle beneath his breath then.

     As I bid farewell my heart stops, in tenderness I feel      My silent empty body begins to listen to what is real

   There was a comfortable silence between them as they walked together that night down their usual little route. As Kiryu would hold her hand in his, whilst the other rested itself within his pocket and beneath the hem of his jacket. Though, it wasn’t long before Tamayo would begin leading him down a different path, causing the man to gaze curiously after her as he simply followed along. The street that they would now enter surprisingly empty, even with how quiet and small Okinawa’s nightlife already tended to be...

   Something he didn’t necessarily mind, especially once they would stand before a beautiful sakura tree itself. With the softly lit street lamps and the moon itself casting an almost ethereal glow upon it... and upon her.

   Her features would appear all the more serene if not angelic then, as the fluttering sakura petals would form a GLORIOLE around her very form. As she would then hold out her gift to him, quiet eagerness seen within violet eyes themselves, as he slowly began to open it and see what was contained within the box itself.

   “Thank you... Tamayo-san.” He would breathe out eventually, his response as mere as it always tended to be. Those dark eyes of his however conveying so much more than what could ever be voiced aloud then. As they would then cast themselves back up to the other’s features, while he took her hands back into his own. Leaning forward just enough that their foreheads would brush, as that small smile of longing would make itself known once more, “To have you here with me is... all I could ever wish for. For to be with you, is to be at peace.”

   Before his lips would finally meet with her own.

   Somewhere a voice calls in the depths of my heart    keep dreaming your dreams, don't ever let them part   

   And so would he stir from his slumber, before bleary eyes themselves would meet with nothing but the bleak darkness of his own room. A shaky exhale escaping past parted lips themselves, as he would listen in for moment for any sort of sound beyond this almost abrupt silence. So harshly torn away once more by the strangely welcoming sounds of what should have been an unfamiliar town-- if not world. As the sound of crickets and the bubbling brook nearby would eventually begin to return to him. For what should have been a peaceful silence had only further unsettled the man and his pounding heart, no matter how many of these peculiar dreams would to plague him.

   Of these dreams where she would still be there by his side, where she would still be in the same world as him. Where he hadn’t lost her during that one fateful night. As all he could remember her by was that final smile she had given him, before she would disappear into the winds themselves...

   Peace was finally here, now that Muzan had finally been defeated. 

   So would he tell himself again and again, as the Dragon Hashira would carry on in aiding others. As they would begin rebuilding this world of theirs together, just as she would have wanted them all to. It was certainly a lonelier world without her, but one to which they have finally achieved, just as they had both dreamed.

   “... thank you.”

[dragonofdojima]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIRYU-CHAN! // Still accepting!

@oathbrother​​ said: squinting up at his bro, all nishiki could do was chuckle— an arm being slung around kiryu’s shoulders as nishiki just smiles, “ happy birthday, old man. can’t believe you’re seeing another day. ” 😭‼️

   HE WOULD BE THE ONE to eventually break away from this little staring contest of theirs, having almost too readily returned the other’s squint with a befuddled narrow of his own eyes. Having truly wondered what had caught the other’s eye to bring on such a look from him... only for him to give a snort and a light roll of his eyes ofdisbelief, as those normally intimidating looking features finally began softening. As an oddly boyish little grin and a quirk of a thick brow was directed back at this sworn brother, such mien would only ever truly occur around he whom he had always viewed as a close friend, if not family.

   Easily leaning into the other’s embrace then and following his lead, teasing was to be expected by this point from the other. And before he could even stop himself, so would that simple little indignant “Oi.” escape past his own lips. As he watched the other’s own smile widen expectantly in return, something that would of course only lead into more teasing on the other’s parts. As Kiryu himself would always so fall so easily into these traps, offering him even more material to work with, with each passing moment.

   And yet, to be called an OLD MAN of all things... was just ridiculous. One that would cause Kiryu to briefly shake his head, as they carried on towards their destination for that day. Seeing as he and Nishiki were still very much young men that have their WHOLE LIVES ahead of them. And maybe they were a just a little less wide-eyed than before, when compared to those few years back. But this was after all still very much the BEGINNING when it came to the path that they have chosen for themselves. With many plans in mind, big dreams-- there he to admit, as they would stand SIDE-BY-SIDE. While they would work hard to make it the very top itself. Standing their ground, from the very day they had refused to turn right back-- as Kazama had so demanded them to.

   Do orphans not get to dream?

   This was a dangerous world to which they had chosen to enter. But one to which they felt was the only world to which they belonged in. One where they would be able to make something out of themselves, and to someday be just like the man they would owe their ENTIRE LIVES to. A world that this young brawler of a yakuza would fight TOOTH and NAIL for, especially when knowing that he wouldn’t ever be doing it alone.

   “Yeah, yeah... and it’s all thanks to you.” 

   Ever the voice of reason, Nishiki had always been the man with the vision. The very one that had made their dreams much grander, as the path was set out before the two of them. And it was for those reasons (And several others) that Kiryu himself was more than glad to stand readily by the side with the other, FISTS AT THE READY. 

   “Heh... you’ll always be there to set me straight, huh?”

   A wizened gaze would be greeted by the sight of the gentle sunset itself, as the ex-yakuza would take in another breath of the salty sea breeze that would gently brush past them. Watching as the crystal clear seas continued lapping away at the warm powdery sand, that have since lightly snuggled themselves in between their very toes. A sensation to which they might have humorously complained about, several decades back. But one to which was almost welcoming-- especially for these ageing, tired bodies of theirs. One of many things to which Kiryu himself had never truly appreciated-- until everything itself had nearly been taken away from him.

   And so would his gaze cast itself over to the man beside him, who was very much doing the same in embracing what would be offered to them on this day. With skin just as sun-kissed as his own, those scars that would cover his body almost seemed to fade into the warm light cast by the setting sun itself.

   It had been a long road to recovery, but once more-- as they would continue to remain beside one another-- so would they eventually get there. As Nishiki was now able to stand once more on his own two feet, perhaps it was almost childish in the eyes of others-- as these two middle aged men would relish in the soft sand beneath their feet. As they took a walk down the beach itself, before it was time to head on back for his little birthday dinner celebration. One that Haruka and the other orphans have been planning all week just for their caretaker. Having readily chased these two old men out of the orphanage (Demanding that they go get some fresh air first)-- so that they could finish getting it all prepared.

   The nostalgia behind those words would make itself known through a soft twinkle within dark eyes themselves. From the sheer familiarity of it all, even when it came to that very expression directed at him by the other then. All to which he had thought were left so far behind them... so many years ago.

   Though instead of huffing out his indignation, so would Kiryu himself chuckle gently, before reaching his own arm out to the other. Slinging it around the man’s shoulders, but still bearing caution when it came to his presently frail state. Something that would surprise the other, as he had always been the one to instigate such a thing, after all.

   “And here’s hoping that there will be plenty more to come.”

   For the both of us, brother.

[dragonofdojima]

“ The city looks different at night. “ (from the Late Night Starters // @kamurochoslifeline bc I’m still thinking about them)

Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

Always accepting!

   THERE WAS A LIFE TO IT that would remind him time and time again, of how the world itself would just keep spinning.

   Bustling with a sort of life that Kiryu himself had for so long, never got to appreciate. He would remember back to those times when he himself had been a part of it all, along with his bro. Those nights when sleep would be the very last things on their minds. As they went from one club, to another. As they danced, sung, drunk and laughed together, with their arms slung around one another’s shoulders. Or ended up taking care of a few stubborn thugs in the alleyways themselves... Though, out of all of this-- he would always remember the UNEARTHLY LATE MEALS that would have been had at their favourite ramen place. With that-- forever and always-- being one of his fondest memories.

   “Mm.” A soft noise of affirmation would leave him then, as the older man would take a small sip of his beer. His gaze fixated quietly upon the bright lights down below, as he listened and conversed lightly with the man beside him. “Reminds me a little too much of home, either way.” For no matter how hard he would try, how far he would try to run-- KAMUROCHO would still find its way to drag him back by the ankle, one way or another.

   He hadn’t wanted to, having once again hurt all those around him for the choices that he had made. The choices that he had BELIEVED were right. Those that have always-- ALWAYS chosen to stand by his side, regardless of the dangers that awaited up ahead. An unwavering loyalty, that had once alighted his own soul-- and through shared grins, would they then charge onward to take down anyone who would ever dare to stand in their way-- Only for it to now wrench nothing more than a desperate snarl plea not to.

   And yet... here they now stood, looking over this very city. Pleasant company as always, despite the given circumstances. Conversing with one another, just like old times. With a beer in each of their hands, the only difference-- simply being the scenery that they were taking in then. Having gone up to one of the higher rooftops that they could find, and distancing themselves away from most of the people down below. People not unlike those to which they have stepped in to aid over the years, who were allowed to live average lives of their own. 

   Though, he certainly would have preferred to be back at the orphanage’s front porch, as they looked out to the starry night skies, and across the glittering seas of Okinawa itself.

   Thankfully, however, Akiyama had been quick to pick up on KIRYU’S WISH to remain unknown around here. Even while in the midst of his own excitement of having found the man that everyone had believed to be dead. It was to be expected, however, knowing just how sharp the money loaner was, after all. Kiryu had a feeling that he would have been one of the few that had doubted all of this to begin with. When it came to that day-- that very day when he would erase himself off the face of the planet itself. The day that the DRAGON OF DOJIMA would finally become nothing more than a whispered myth..

   “I’m glad to see that you’re well, Akiyama-san.” Remembering to the time when the poor guy had gone into hiding, there was some comfort to be taken in seeing that he was back in his signature maroon suit. And roaming the streets freely once more, and perhaps continuing on with his usual business. “Are you planning to set up another branch here?”

@kamurochoslifeline​/ @frenziedhound​ ❤️

[dragonofdojima]

Unprompted Asks

@frenziedhound​​​ said: “Anyone ever tell ya light, light black’s really yer colour?”

   SLOWING DOWN IN HIS ONCE STEADY MARCH, it hd become SECOND NATURE by this point to reach for the CELL PHONE in his back pocket-- the moment he would feel the slightest vibration from it. Flipping it open, as he then brought it up to view whilst carrying on his way towards his next destination that day. With PAGERS by the year 2005 having since become a THING OF THE PAST, this was one device in question that he certainly needed to grow accustom to using from here on out. 

   Thankfully enough, it didn’t take long familiarising himself with its more basic features. And it certainly helped with the NUMEROUS TEXT MESSAGES and EMAILS that he had received by this point from his various ACQUAINTANCES. Especially from one LIEUTENANT of the MAJIMA FAMILY in question. One who would own both his COMMENDATION and EXASPERATION, when pertaining to the messages that he would send for his CAPTAIN.

   However, he was surprised to see that this wouldn’t be a text from Nishida, this time round. But from Majima himself. And whilst expecting some odd little (At times, downright BAFFLING) message that would only be the beginning of some CONVOLUTED PLAN in getting the two of them to fight for the UMPTEENTH TIME that week... he certainly hadn’t expected this. As he would allow his eyes to carefully scan through the short message itself. So would his stroll finally come to a COMPLETE HALT. “... light black?” As thick brows would knit themselves together in thought, a perturbed bottom lip would thin itself back into a straight line. Allowing another second or two pass, before finally glancing down towards his suit.

   ... Light, light black?

   Having adorned this attire for close to TWO DECADES now, that was certainly the FIRST TIME he had ever heard it being described as such. Having actually grown use to the TEASING COMMENTS about his apparently lacklustre fashion sense, so would a curl of his lips would begin to form, however. From memories of NISHIKI taking every given opportunity to chastise him for his choices in MENSWEAR. Remembering overtime how much harder his bro had DESPAIRED had only grown, as Kiryu continued to wear the same grey suit, from then on...

   ... Correction, light, light black suit.

  DESPITE THE OTHER’S IMMACULATE SPELLING AND GRAMMAR, far too VIVIDLY was he able to read this simple text out in that KANSAI ACCENT of his. Causing that amused little smile to grow all the more, before a soft huff of resignation would leave out through his very nose. It was a COMPLIMENT, at the end of the day. Surely an odd one, but a compliment, nonetheless. And having no real desire to discuss what ACTUAL COLOUR this suit might actually be-- especially via text messaging on a tiny screen- Kiryu would deem it wise then to at least reply with a little ‘Thank you.’. Seeing as this was once again the first time that anyone had ever truly complimented him on this attire.

   Just about to tap in those very words-- he would decide then, to express himself in a way that he hadn’t had the OPPORTUNITY to do so, just yet. Eyeing the little icon that resembled the FOLDED CORNER of a page, so then would Kiryu select it. As he was then brought into a fun little gallery that he was sure Haruka herself would have enjoyed exploring for herself. Only taking a moment to ponder over his choices, before selecting the sticker he believed would best express his gratitude to the other.

   “Heh.” That should do it.

[dragonofdojima]

Unprompted Asks

@frenziedhound​​ said: The only warning Kiryu gets is the rumble of the manhole cover underfoot before a gloved hand whips out from the sewer, latching itself onto the unsuspecting man’s ankle. An eye can just barely be made out as a figure begins to emerge with a familiar cry. “GOTCHA NOW, KIIIIIIRYU-CHAN!”

   KIRYU HAD BECOME WEAK, A SHADOW OF HIS FORMER SELF. For during those years of solitary confinement, no one had dared to lay another hand of him since that one and only incident in the cafeteria itself. So much so that even he overtime-- had rather foolishly-- begun to completely LET HIS GUARD DOWN. Growing all the more idle in his activities as the days passed. As all he could do... was wait. 

   Wait until the day came for him to return home, and back to his family.

   His movements were evidently SLUGGISH when compared to how he had been ten years back-. His senior especially, would make all of this abundantly clear upon reuniting. As he wasted no time in welcoming Kiryu back with one of his friendly sparring matches. A sense of FAMILIARITY kicking a few frosted gears back into their rightful places, the moment that BLADE entered within his line of sight. The moment the younger man would raise his arms up in a defensive position, in an attempt to fend off the first few flurry strikes the other was not afraid to hold back on.

   It would however only be enough to deduce those final results themselves. Those DISAPPOINTING results that Majima himself hadn’t at all been pleased to share with him at the end of that match. As those normally gleeful looking features soured to that of something more sullen. It was the COLD, HARD TRUTH that even he had seen coming from a distance. And one that he had quietly appreciated, along with the man’s near immediate acknowledgment of his return to KAMUROCHO. And it was from that day on, that Majima had deemed it his SWORN DUTY-- in aiding him back onto his own two feet.

   “Nani--” Tried as he did to EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED of this man, Majima would always find new ways to catch him off guard. As a flicker of surprise would briefly cross his features whilst he looked down. His scowl would return full force as he then attempts to wrench his ankle out of that leather-clad hand. Giving a slight grit of his teeth as he regained his footing, while putting some distance between the two of them. 

   “Majima no Nii-san...” Was all that would be said, as he prepared himself for the inevitable battle. Getting into his own fighting stance, as he glared the man down...

[dragonofdojima]

Resident Evil 2 Starters

@vulturequeen​ said: "Don't shoot!"

   LOWERING DOWN HIS RIFLE, it would appear that he had chanced upon another survivor in the quarantine zone. A young foreign woman who had somehow managed to avoid most of these ZOMBIES and MUTANTS, after all this time. Colour him impressed, for that matter. Knowing just how many of them they were out there, at the moment. Despite his continuous efforts to take down as many hordes as he could, in the past hours.

   With that in mind, there was only one thing that needed to be done, as Kiryu brought himself over to her side. Quickly inspecting her of any wounds that she might have received, before nodding at her to follow him. 

   “Let’s get you out of here.”

[dragonofdojima]

@gatheredchaos​ asked: "The hell's that look for?" - from Michael

   A PERPETUAL FROWN would barely manage to ease itself into brief puzzlement-- before the realisation itself strikes him. As Kiryu would look between the man reflected in his front view mirror and back to the road ahead, it would appear that the other had mistaken his innocent glance for the STINK EYE itself. 

   It was an issue that had not only been brought up by his own colleagues, as of late. But by many others in the past. Both friends... and family, alike. It was one of the many factors that had certainly brought about the NUMBER OF FIGHTS that he had been dragged into, over these past years. One of many things that would still anchor him to his very past, no matter how hard he would try to leave it behind. And while Kiryu was a man that would allow others to figure out for themselves just who he truly was behind that seemingly FRIGHTENING VISAGE, even he had to admit that this could get tiresome at times.

   Especially now with his present occupation, Kiryu couldn’t exactly afford upsetting paying customers. While there was some good that came about BEATING DOWN ILL-MANNERED SCUM that needed to be taught a lesson, Kiryu never truly had the desire to start unnecessary bouts. Not unless there was a good enough reason for him to RAISE HIS FISTS UP against them. Be it to protect the innocent, or to put their corrupted practices down for good. But again, this was most definitely not one of those times.

   And seeing as this was nothing more than a misunderstanding, it was at one stoplight where Kiryu would begin to offer his sincere apologies to his passenger.

   “... I apologise, sir.” His heavy accent was evident, especially in his attempts to clearly enunciate each English word then, “I have always been told... that I do look rather intimidating. But it was not my intention, and I apologise for the misunderstanding.”

[dragonofdojima]

@mxjima-evxrywhere​ said: "Kiryu-chan." Majima said, un-characteristically serious "Into that alley. We need to talk." [ mxjima-evxrywhere ]

      INTO THE ALLEY ITSELF...? Such hardly seen solemnness of the man before him was definitely a CAUSE FOR CONCERN then. And while Kiryu would need a moment as he glanced out to both sides of the busy streets that they would continue to stand within, so eventually would he offer a small nod. Following after the other, as they began to head off somewhere more private, “... What is it, nii-san?”

[dragonofdojima]

Short Tall Sentence Starters

@rotopia​​​ said: “Care to switch heights?”

   THERE WAS GENUINE CONTEMPLATION OVER THE IDEA, as the young man rested a hand beneath his very chin. Not a chuckle, not a quiet huff of breath. But a deep hum-- that would otherwise lose itself to the noise of the bustling crowd around them. With a habitual glance towards the grounds themselves, soon enough would his gaze return to Elizabeth herself. The petite woman was about half a feet shorter than he himself was, and it would appear that it was something that she had taken considerable notice of ever since their first encounter with one another.

   Proving itself to be USEFUL in many ways, it goes without saying that he might have taken his height for granted over the past years. Having rather quickly SPROUTED a good few feet during puberty itself, so had it quickly proven itself to be its own TOOL OF INTIMIDATION. Other than his fists, that is. Both which certainly proved to be necessities themselves, as he slowly-- but steadily enough worked through the ranks themselves as the Dojima family’s own muscle. Often times, being made to feel that he was still struggling his way through the first level of a high storey building. But not necessarily minding it, as he dutifully attempted to follow in the footsteps of his CAPTAIN. For no matter how long it would take both he and his OATH BROTHER to do so, they would get there together eventually. They would REACH THE VERY TOP together-- so long as they continued to believe and worked hard.

   Having witnessed Elizabeth herself take more than a few LEAPS just to get to whatever it is that she wanted, he would certainly admire her tenacity when doing so. And whilst not necessarily mirroring the playful gleam in her own eyes, a slight curl could be seen forming upon his own lips in return.

   “I wouldn’t mind, if it would offer a new perspective on things.”

[dragonofdojima]

   Tag drop!

堂島 Threads の龍

堂島 Asks の龍

堂島 Headcanons の龍

堂島 Beckowsky Speaking! の龍

堂島 For GUYS LIKE YS... Our LIVES aren’t really our own ;; Self の龍

堂島 We WON’T be Bound by any of the SIX CODES ;; Akira Nishikiyama の龍

堂島 Where Would I be WITHOUT YOU? ;; Haruka Sawamura の龍

堂島 The Only One I could NEVER get a read on ;; Majima Goro の龍

[dragonofdojima]

Unprompted Asks

@thusspoke​ said: "so--you gonna tell me where i can get a pair of shoes like those or are you gonna make me keep searching on my own?" (@ majima bc u kno i had to beckowsky :>)

   WAIT-- WAS THIS GUY TALKING TO HIM? Having been deep in thought as he had his usual smoking break here at West Park, it had taken Majima a good moment before realising that this man’s attention was on him. Looking off to the right for a moment, before giving a FURTHER LOOK OF TO THE LEFT itself-- he just wanted to make sure.

   As he would finally return his sights back to him, so would he take another long drag of his cigarette. a few (Daresay tired) blinks given with his single eye, before it finally narrowed itself curiously at the GREEN-HAIRED STRANGER before him. Oh yeah, this guy... definitely wasn’t from around here, was he? No wonder he had the guts to come up to him and ask him such a casual ass question. Most civilians weren’t ever this brave to dare come up to him like this, even if all they wanted was to just ask for some directions. And ESPECIALLY when it was clear that he needed some time to think over some annoying shit... 

   But man, after all this time of being regarded as nothing more than FASHION DISASTER by most. It certainly required a pretty damn INTERESTING EYE  to have one’s attention be drawn to his shoes... out of this entire ensemble. “... Huh.” But once rather sour features would actually ease ever so slightly at that, as he glanced down to his shoes then. Having actually worn them since days-- left best forgotten. While the STIFF MANAGER SUIT had long since been discarded, Majima had grown rather fond of these WING-TIPPED DRESSED SHOES. For they were not just comfortable and stylish, but STRUCK HARD when he so needed to kick someone’s ass. “Ain’t too sure if they even sell shoes like these anymore. But, have ya tried the pawn store nearby?”