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[throughbamboo]

just bros being bros

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[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. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he hums out an agreeing noise]

It's a start.

Ya need me to patch anythin' up?

[doggonemad]

. . . nah. I'm just all bruised to shit. You?

[throughbamboo]

Nah, ain't nothin' serious enough to worry about.

[doggonemad]

[ which, by all rights, he should know since he was careful to put on a good show for Kurosawa without actually hurting Saejima badly. because fuck that guy, he's no one's dancing monkey anymore.

Majima nods slowly. ]

Good.

[throughbamboo]

[they both know, if anything had been serious, they'd taken care of it already. Because - ]

Mmm. We're too old to be playin' tough guy with that shit.

[doggonemad]

An' we've both had a hell of a lot worse.

[throughbamboo]

Damn right.

[. . .]

Still. Y'should take it easy for a while.

[doggonemad]

I was strongly advised by my legal council to keep a low profile for at least a week.

[throughbamboo]

[he snorts at that]

Yer big, bad lawyer's pretty smart, then.

[doggonemad]

S'why I pay through the nose for him.

[ the buzzer goes off. Majima frowns, tilting his head back towards where the door is, then pushes himself up. ]

. . . he's got a key.

[throughbamboo]

[he also glances back at the door, then up as Majima stands]

So why ain't he usin' it?

[doggonemad]

. . .

'Cause he's pissed off at me.

[throughbamboo]

Ahh. [he glances back to the door, then sits properly again]

Well, don't piss him off more by keepin' him waitin'.

[doggonemad]

Yeah. Gimme a moment, bro.

[ he goes to the door and opens it, stepping out for a moment.

the only reason Nishida doesn't yell at him in person is because he's still Majima fuckin' Goro and Nishida has some self preservation. besides, he already laid into him over the phone and, frankly, Majima let him. still, it's a quick conversation, and Majima comes back in shortly with a few bags — some takeout from Kanrai with the rest being general groceries and whatnot.

he brings them in, setting them down on the long counter in his kitchen. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he doesn't expect to hear any yelling or raised voices, because Nishida's a smart one. And if Majima knows he's pissed, well - what he did say when he laid into him must've gotten through at least a little.

When the door closes Saejima pushes to his feet to join him in the kitchen]

[doggonemad]

Got enough shit here fer us ta lay low for at least a couple've days. If we need any more takeout, we can give Minami a call.

[ he's already sorting through the groceries, putting them away haphazardly. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he reaches over to pull the bag away, while pushing the takeout towards him]

Hm, gotcha. Go sit down and eat, I'll put this stuff away.

[doggonemad]

I ain't an invalid, bro. I can put shit away.

[throughbamboo]

[he shrugs as he unpacks the bag]

I ain't tryin' to treat ya that way.

[doggonemad]

Yer the one that just got outta prison. I should be spoilin' you.

[ he does start to actually put more care into putting things away, at least. ]

[throughbamboo]

I broke out to find out what happened to ya, that ain't the same as gettin' out, bro.

[does he know where any of this goes, no, is he just opening cabinets and shit until he finds the right spot, yes]

[doggonemad]

[ where is the right spot? yes. ]

Whatever. Yer out now.

[throughbamboo]

[an effort is being made]

If ya wanna spoil me, then ya can do it by lettin' me take care of ya.