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[throughbamboo]

just bros being bros

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[doggonemad]

. . .

I'm so fuckin' tired, bro.

[throughbamboo]

Yeah . . . I can tell.

[past all the bruising and exhaustion]

[doggonemad]

Good, ya ain't blind, then.

[throughbamboo]

[he watches him for a moment, then with a little more obvious concern]

'Course I ain't. Ya look like shit, bro.

[doggonemad]

. . . yeah. Haven't rested since Sapporo. Ain't showered or shit either, so I probably smell real fuckin' bad.

[throughbamboo]

Ain't no more than how ya usually stink. And ya know that ain't what I mean.

[slowly, he reaches over to pat Majima on the knee, moving in a way where he can see it coming. It's brief and firm, before Saejima pushes to his feet]

C'mon, up.

[doggonemad]

[ nods slowly, pushing himself up, wincing slightly. sitting for a bit only to stand suddenly was maybe not the greatest idea in the world, but he's fine with walking, just sore and achey. ]

[throughbamboo]

[you're a mess bro :( He watches him carefully, much like before, though now it isn't just because of the injuries.

He nods to the way back in]

Let's get ya cleaned up first. Then we'll pick this convo back up.

[doggonemad]

. . . tch. Yeah, yeah.

[ he shoves his hands into his pockets, making his way back in. ]

[throughbamboo]

[are they at Majima's place, probably. He lets Majima lead them back in, since it feels weird to do that at someone else's home. And it's honestly a little weird for him as it is, being here. He keeps expecting see cells, not normal doors]

[doggonemad]

[ they are at Majima's place because it is also Saejima's place, what's his is his bro's.

which is to say, it's a big fuckin' penthouse with more shit than either of them could ever need, including multiple bathrooms. Majima trudges off towards the master bedroom, where there's a nice big bathroom waiting. ]

This way.

[throughbamboo]

[he doesn't think he'll ever get used to just how big Majima's place is. A few steps barely gets them in the door, where he's used to that bringing him most of the way across his living space. And normally where he'd pause in a doorway to stay out of the way, it isn't necessary here.

He still does it, though]

[doggonemad]

[ well, as he goes through the bedroom, he shrugs off his snakeskin jacket and tosses it onto the bed. that can be dealt with later. and if he's looking pretty rough underneath it, well, duh.

After that, he heads into the master bath and starts running the water. ]

[throughbamboo]

[sigh . . . he steps over to the bed to take the jacket and places it near the door instead, making a mental note for him to either take care of it later or to ask one of Majima's boys to do it for him.

The roughness is expected, especially what he added on to what was already there]

Ya want me to grab ya anythin'?

[doggonemad]

Nah. Nishida's already grabbin' shit. He'll drop it off in . . . prob'ly a half an hour.

[ a beat. ]

Maybe longer. He's pissed at me.

[throughbamboo]

[so, he'll be here in a half an hour. He comes to lean in the bathroom doorway now, making an agreeing noise]

Are ya surprised?

[doggonemad]

I'd be a lil' proud if it weren't annoyin' as shit.

[ which means he's proud, even if he gets it.

he runs his hand under the showerhead to make sure the water's heated up nicely, then nods to himself. ]

[throughbamboo]

Ya got a good one there. I hope he let ya have it.

[he says it mildly. He watches as Majima tests the water, then:]

Want me to leave ya to it?

[doggonemad]

[ a shrug. it's nothing he hasn't seen before. ]

There's prob'ly somethin' in the kitchen if yer hungry. Should still be decent, I weren't gone for that long.

[throughbamboo]

I'll take a look.

[to make sure it's decent, anyway. He nods to the shower, then steps out of the bathroom]

Get cleaned up, bro.

[doggonemad]

Yeah, yeah . . .

[ he'll strip down, taking his eyepatch off as well once Saejima's stepped out, and steps under the water.

it takes him a good twenty minutes, mostly because he spends the first half of that just sort of letting the water fall over him to wash out all the dirt and grime. faking one's death wasn't nearly as glamorous as the movies made it out to be.

once he's finally clean, he throws on a bathrobe and wanders out to see what Saejima's gotten up to in the meantime. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he'll tug the door shut behind him as he leaves.

His coat gets tossed on a couch before he heads into the kitchen. He isn't hungry, but he does check to see what's still good and what isn't, and tossing whatever did go bad. And he takes his time with it, because he really doesn't know what else to do with himself.

By the time Majima finally finishes up Saejima is sitting on the couch, head tilted back and eyes closed]

[doggonemad]

[ Majima's penthouse is clean only because he absolutely has someone come in to do it for him and he hasn't been home enough in the past few weeks to really mess it up.

He wanders out, eyepatch back on, and glances around. ]

Kept busy, bro?

[throughbamboo]

[he cracks an eye open, glancing over. He looks much better but at the same time, still like shit. But he'll keep that to himself]

Cleaned up yer fridge, but decided I wasn't hungry. Feelin' better?

[doggonemad]

I don't reek, so I'll take it.

[ walks over, sitting down next to him on the couch. ]