[ hm. curious. majima purses his lips as they sit next to him, reaching over the table to grab an ashtray and put out his cigarette out of politeness. ]

Haw? You're really willin' to give me that much credit? Bold words comin' from you, Mizucchi... keep complimentin' me like that an' ya won't be able to get rid of me. [ he laughs... they're sharp. sure, he's always known this, thanks to the confidence they carry themself with during trials! but it takes a special kind of perceptiveness to realize there might be a method to majima's madness, that maybe he's not as much of an idiot as he comes off as.

like, to be fair, some of it is genuine dumbassery. but only some. (he will legitimately carry his grudge against itachi's crow until he dies for real.)

... he exhales, as if letting out a puff of smoke. old habit. ]

I meant what I said Thursday, too, by the way. Ya don't have to worry about me makin' other plans this week.

[ the next time mizuki takes a sip of their drink, they may notice a subtle change in its taste... well, they won't taste much of anything at all anymore! because it's now water. lmao. it only lasts for that one sip, though—any further attempts will lead them to discover the drink regained its composition as they had originally made it. ]