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[throughbamboo]

just bros being bros

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[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.

[doggonemad]

[ that makes him pause, hand hovering over a can. ]

. . .

Still ain't a good patient, even after all these years.

[throughbamboo]

[he also pauses, glancing over]

. . . ain't surprised, some things don't ever change.

I still remember how to deal with ya.

[doggonemad]

[ sighs, picking up the takeout and taking it over to the other side of the counter, sitting down on a bar stool. ]

Yer lucky I'm fuckin' exhausted.

[throughbamboo]

[good. He'll continue to put things away, attempting some organization, but]

Heh. I'd get my way even if ya weren't.

[doggonemad]

You don't know that.

[ he would. ]

[throughbamboo]

Keep tellin' yourself that.

[he knows]

[doggonemad]

Whatever. Better hurry up 'fore I eat all've this.

[throughbamboo]

Yeah, yeah, I'm almost done.

[he's taking his time, eat as much as you want, bro]

[doggonemad]

[ despite his teasing, he isn't eating too much. he's just sort of picking at it as he watches Saejima quietly. ]

[throughbamboo]

[when he finishes up and gets rid of the bags, he takes a seat at the counter with him]

[doggonemad]

[ pushes the container towards him. ]

S'good.