[ She doesn't choke on the candy pieces, but the chunks of cookie dough are harder to swallow without chewing. It's a bad idea all around, but she's eating as fast as she can anyways. The cold is supposed to numb her mouth and throat and make things easier, but instead of numbing the pain, it betrays her and is even more painful, brain freeze is terrible, and yet she doesn't stop. She can't even speak when her spoon scrapes out the last of the ice cream, but if there is one thing canon Mafuyu is good at, it's pushing through pain.
But she's not canon Mafuyu yet and this fucking hurts like hell and as much as she'd like to triumphantly slam her finished pint down on the table, they're not sitting at a table so she just lets the empty container fall from her hands to the ground. It's okay, not enough time has passed for the ice cream to melt and splatter everywhere.
Make your judgement, Kaz, while she's dealing with this splitting headache AAAAAAAA ]
[ This is a disaster. This started out as a date and now it's going to turn into a funeral. Kiryu's so worried about the amount of pain she seems to be in that he doesn't even think to call a winner. ]
[ majima nods. he doesn't know what else to say about that. about either of these guys. he doesn't want to talk about himself but he also does. and kiryu is his boyfriend. which means he'll listen. and majima could really use a listening ear right now.
because he's not fine. he doesn't know how this happened, he doesn't have strong ties to the yakuza or a strong belief in what he did before. he doesn't have context for having an eye cut out, and none of the crime he'd ever done had been this intense. all of this is a whole other level - and it's true what they say: it's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.
he sips his tea idly for a moment, looking at the cup in his hands instead of at kiryu. finally, after a long moment he says quietly: ]
Kiryu-chan...what if my brother doesn't recognize me anymore, after all this shit?
[ Kiryu looks over at Majima. He knows Majima doesn't share his fears lightly-- hell, talking about their feelings doesn't come naturally to either of them.
Kiryu puts his notebook and pen down, reaching over to place his hand on Majima's arm. He squeezes reassuringly, stroking his arm with his thumb. ]
[ maybe the people they were in their memories were too different. gangsters who got arrested and shot people and god knows what else. the kind of person who got his eye cut out. was that the kind of person he was, now? ]
[ Maybe they did bad stuff, maybe they drove a fucking cab, who knows. But in those memories he never once felt he was doing the wrong thing. For Kiryu, that's enough. He's simple like that. ]
[ as opposed to majima, who can't shake the feeling that he does the wrong thing every damn day of his life. but that's been true since his brother went to jail. but he doesn't want to argue. it's not that he doesn't agree with kiryu, because he does -- he also believes that the memories are real, that that was who they were. but becoming that person again was a double edged sword; maybe he was becoming more himself, but maybe who he was wasn't someone his brother would have wanted to be brothers with. but that's too much to try and articulate.]
[ Kiryu can't speak for Majima's brother. Fact is, he's never met the guy; all he knows is that he was important to Majima and whatever Majima's told him. He can't say for sure or not whether he'd understand what's happening to Majima or how he would react. All he can do is speak for himself. ]
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